Do you remember, Diek, old boy, The roasted fowl was quite antique When we were churns, so long ago, And taxed our boasted inusele well; Our dinner oue Thanksgiving I)ay? The jokes we made were just as old The dinner with the pie, you know— ' Aud some would hardly do to tell. For at our college boarding house But we enjoyed it heartily The grub was rather stale and dry. Anil soon our merriment ran high, Hut oh! the diuner we built up When you. with solemn mleu, declared Around sweet Grandma Howard's pio. "We'll now proceed to curve the pie." You know she sent the dear miuce tare No need of muscle had you tben, "Just for a little homelike treat," For never was a crust more light, An 1 how we shouted when it came! And as you cut the four great arcs For grandma's pies were hard to beat. We gazed at you with awed delight. And then sueh plans as we did lay— Then for a moment no ouo spake, Ah, we were happy, you and I- I think you will remember why— For we would have a little spread Our talk inachinos were occupied, And build it around the pie. They wore built up—around the pie. Our college mates across the hall And as I ate, I seemed to see Should buy some bread aud other stuff, Dear granny's face, so fair nnd kind. And with a roasted fowl from "Crown' 3" And gentle home thoughts took the placo We'd have a feast—that is, enough. Of sport within my boyish mind. Aud so we had it—such a lark! And we all felt the spell, I think, Old Barlow, Marks and you audi, Without oxaotly knowing why, For we built up a lot of fun And loving, manly thoughts were built Ground that couutry-made mince pie. Around that dear T lanksgiviug pie. —Myrtle Koon Cherryinun. O33OOOOOOCOGOOOGOOGOOOCOOO i MISS JQHELYN'S THANKSGIVING § 13 O ooooooooooooooooooooocoooo IKED after an ex haustiug (lay, Miss Jocelyn sighed —wearily, and ceased \ _i ■ - i if the Bteaily click, \ R click of lier knit \ jL jW\Uir t* n f? needles for a -- WSk\ lIH 6 w minutes. It had been Thanks s=& giving Day, but Thanksgiving Days were never happy ones to her. She had, to be sure, cooked cranberry sauce. She had even had a piece of pumpkin pie. But all this argued nothing except that Miss Jocelyn had a conventional streak in her nature and wanted to be "like folks." She rose from her rocking chair and went into the back room to put the kettle on the lire. As she paused beside the stove, she glanced up for a minute at the gaudy calendar hanging over the little table and realized with a start that Thanksgiving Day this year was her birthday. She was thirty-eight years old, and as she looked back over her past each year seemed like the past—lonely, miserable and weary—and looking into the future, all was as desolate. She had been born with a beautiful straight body. She thought of this now with a pang of deep self-pity, for when a child of live years sne had been dropped by her mother, in some way injuring her spine. Thus (the had been deformed and crippled for life. How like a bad dream had been her girlhood! Crushed and beaten, she grew up bitter, silent and morose, with nothing ever to give her any joy, no bright spot in all her weary days. Then her mother, to whom she had always been a grief and mortification, aad died, and Miss .Toselyn could still feel the thrill of relief which shot through her when she realized it. After that she had been enabled to set up this little shop. Then she had beeu only twenty, but old and care worn. What, indeed, had she to be thank ful for? Theu the little bell jingled. A fat,rosy-cheeked boy entered and de manded a stick of lemon candy. Miss THE FEAST IN THE BACK ROOM. Jocelyn took down the glass jar and satisfied his desire. After he left she drew her wooden rocking-chair, with its worn straw seat and lace tidy, nearer the stove and continued her knitting. On the corner by the old cigar store the newsboys gathered. It - vas their regular plaoe of meeting, where they settled their little disputes and dis cussed business and the events of tlic day. Now they were talking -verj earnestly and loud about what ap peared to be a moat important ques tion. This question, iu the person of a pinched little hunchback, was sit ting wearily on the platform which supported a'fierce Indian brandishing aloft a tomahawk. He was huddled up together, clucthinghis newspapers. The matter stood thus: Tho news boy had formed a union, and no one outside was allowed to sell papers in that part of the city, so they were trying to keep the poor little hunch back from disposing of his stock. "No, it ain't no use talkin'. Gin us yer papers," said Mike Flynn, ad vancing threateningly. "Yous leave me alone!"—fiercely— "l ain't doin' no harm " Then the hunchback's spirit died out, and his lip quivered pitifully. "Well, let's leave him alone then. But lemme just tell yer, young man, yer needn't be buyin' any more papers in this part of the town," and, after a few more words which fell heedlessly on the boy's ears, the crowd left. He stood up a moment after they had gone and called bravely, "Herald, Journal! All about the murder!" in a voice which quavered pitifully. No one heeded the small, misshaped figure, shivering iu its thin jacket. The lights were beginning to burn one by one, and everybody was hurry ing home. Billy gave a sharp sob of despair, and seated himself on the platform again, hugging his useless papers. He leaned his tired head against the wooden Indian, and olasped one little ! thin arm around that worthy's legs. I Suddenly the proprietor of the store appeared in the doorway, and, fear ing to be sent off", liilly raised him self and moved on. He paused in front of Miss Jocelyn's window and pressed his face against the pane. Miss Jooelyn moved to the window . ta look out, and B»W the pale face, i with the bright eyes, peering in. She opened the. door, drawing her little black worsted shawl closer about her thin shoulders. "Do you want to buy anything?" she said. He slowly Bhook his head. "Are you cold?" He nodded. "Come in, then, and get warm by tho stove." She was surprised at herself, but his wistful face touched her, and his deformity, so like her own, appealod to her strangely. He .followed her in aud stood warming his blue little bunds, while she went on knitting. He looked around with delight at the jars of candy on the shelves, the slate pencils, paper, toys and other fascinat ing things, and then ho was struck with an idea. "Ef I sing fer yer, will yer gimme a stick of that yer rod candy?" he asked shyly, shuffling his feet on the floor and looking up at her. "Yes; let's hear you." "Miss Jocelyn laid down her knit ling. He clasped his hands behind him, tossed back his mass of bright, golden hair, which clung in close curls to his face, and began to sing. He was not a pretty child. His face was rather old and elfish; but he bad beautiful hair and gleaming** blue eyes. As he sang, he seemed almost angelic. The melody, sweet and clear and loud, came eveuly through his parted lips and drew Miss Jocelyu's heart to bim. It was an old street song that he sang, but he made it beautiful. When the last note died away he looked at her, half eagerly, half-ques-, tioningly. She rose and, climbing; the ladder, lifted the jar down with trembling fingers and poured the con tents into his hands. He looked up, with sparkliug eyes, and began to suck a stick with an ecstatic expres sion. "What's your name?" said Miss Jocelyn. "Billy Blair," replied he with his mouth full. "Where's vour mother?" "Ain't gotjuone," he answered care lessly, lifting up a stick and looking at it fondly, with one eye shut. "Where's your father?" continued Miss Jocelyn nervously. "Ain't got none," said ho, jauntily biting of! a big piece of the sweet stick iu his hand. "Ain't you had any Thanksgiving dinner to-day?" "Nope—only but this." He point ed to the candy. A red spot came on each of Miss Jocelyn's cheeks. She rubbed her hands together and began to talk. Iu bis astonishment he forget to eat tlio candy—forgot everything but what she was saying. To live in that bewitching shop, with the little bell over the door, which tinkled when auy one came in; with the window full of such interesting things, aud the crowded shelves! Never to have togo tired, hungry and cold through the streets singing, or selling newspapers for a living! He could not believe it. "Oh, yer foolin' me!" he said in credulously, but when sho assured him again, with tears in her eyes, that she meant overy word, his face worked pitifully, and with shining eyes he said fervently, "You bet, I'l| stay." | Then Miss Jocelyn remembered thai neither she nor Billy had eaten n ; Thanksgiving dinner. So she invited in several of the neighboring shop- \ •keepers and spread in her back room j such a feast as her young protege had j never seen before. That night Miss Jocelyn stole intc Hie next room, and, carefully shadiup the candle, looked down upon the lit tle figure lying on the mattress. His eyes were closed. His mass of tan gled golden hair luy on the pillow, aud one dirty little hand was still clutching a peppermit stick. She lifted a curl with awe, and theu half-shamefacedly kissed it. Here was something at last to love and tc keep and to caress and to be thankful for. Her heart almost burst with hap- I piness, and kept for once a glorious : Thanksgiving Day. A Beautiful Deftlgn. A circular dinner-board of a recenl I Thanksgiving was decorated with ! golden-brown crysauthemums. These j were tied togother in rope-fashion, | and wandered over the table, wreath ; ing the largest dishes and the centre I piece of luscious fruits. A Juvenile Philanthropist. I Mother—"No, Tommy, you mustn't : have any moro turkey. I'm afraid i5 might make yon sick." Tommy—"Well, if folks didn't get sick the doctors couldn't have any ; Thanksgiving."—Judge. The Day of the Fenst. Deftly she dresses the turkey. She murmurs h son pot joy, She carefully stuffs the fowl—and then She recklessly stuffs her boy. —Chicago Tribuue, In the ItHi-n Yard. First Turkey —"How common-look mg that turkey over there is. He hasn't the least notion of style." . Second Turkey "Don't bother about that. Thanksgiving is soon here. Then he'll be well dressed." A Lesson For Our Young Headers. Johnny ate at dinner-time moro jhan was good for him, and when ho went to bed at night lie had a most terrible dream about himself. Good children always get up from the table with an appetite. —Judge. A Mercenary Satisfaction. "I suppose you will enjoy your Thanksgiving dinner." "I'll enjoy several of 'em," answered the complacent citizen. "Not all at once?" "Yes. I run a poultry farm." ltepartee In the Kitchen. "Hello, Impudence," said the Tuv- j key to the Cranberry. "Why do yon call me that?" de manded the.Cranberry, flushing up. "Because you are sauce," retorted the Turkey, and the Pumpkin Pie ; laughed so hard ho broke his crust.— Harper's Bazar. Tlie Happy Medium. Seek quality; not quantity; Agniu wo have the warning; We most enjoy the fowl that's small- Just large enough, with none at all Left over for next morning. Foresight. "Tommy," said the teacher, "do j /ou know what the word foresight | means?" "Yes'm." "Can you give me an illustration?" "Yes'm." "You may do so." "Last night my mamma told the j doctor he might as well call around and see me Thanksgiving night."— Washington Star. A Youthful PeKHliulflt. "I don't see," grumbled Bobby, : 'how any one can expect a little boy to be thankful on Thunksgiving Day, with lots of good things to eat, and all his front teeth out." A Doubtful Question. Papa—"Well, Billy, what are you ;he most thankful for to-day?" Billy—"I don't know if I'm the thankfulest 'cos I ain't a girl or 'cos I ain't a turkey." An Rlaborate Occasion. "How fragrant the atmosphere is!" exclaimed the young woman. "Yes," replied Mrs. Cumrox; "a friend suggested that it would be nice to have a colonial Thanksgiving, so I sent right down town for a gallon of cologne and some atomizers." Irredeemably Unpleasant. "There is no man alive," said the off-hand moralist, "who can't find something 1o be thankful for." "Yes," replied the confirmed cynic, <"I suppose that as a sharer in the common destiny of the human race I nought to be thankful to see so many jotlier people thankful." Another Canse For Tlianka. "Are you going to have Aunt Peev ish for Thanksgiving, mamma?" asked Jittte Ruth, who was laboriously jot ting down the things for which she thought she should be thankful. "Not this year, dear," aud the young hopeful joyfully made another entry. An Ax to Grind. All the fall they feod the turkey, Till he's almost had enough. Cut he lenrn9 their motive only When they cry, "You're juat the stuff:" A Few Thanksgiving llonnctn. Heating the Record. "Mrs. Crumptou made her husband a pumpkin pie four inches thick." "What was that for?" "She wanted to get ahead of the pumpkin pies his Aunt Maria up iv : Maine used to m«ka " DR. TALMA(II?S SERMON. SUNDAY'S DIVINE. Subjeci: Settle ! In Heaven—Tl»n Fate or i Nations as Welt as of Individuals In God's Hand.— rile World Not Gov erned in a Haphazard Way. [Oopyrlßlit. Louis Klopscli. 18911.1 ./akhisotos, D. C.—The Idea that thing.) 11l this world are at loose end J nud going at haphazard Is in thli discourse combated by Dr. Talmage. Thotextls Psalms exlx., | 89. "Forever, 0 Lord, tliy word Is settled j In heaven." This world has been In process of change I ever since it was created mountains born. [ mountains dying, and they have both cradle and grave. Ouco tills planet was all lltlld, and no being sucti as you or X have ever seen could have lived on It a | minute. Our hemisphere turns Its face to • the sun and then turns its back. The axis | of the eart iM revolution has shifted. The , earth's centre of gravity Is changed. Ouce | flowers grew In the arctic and therewwats t suow in the tropic. Th"re has been a re- 1 distribution of land and sea, the laud I crumbling into the sen, the sen swallowing I the land. Iceand lire have fought for the possession of this planet. The chemical | composition of it Is different now from what • Itouce was. Volcanoes once terribly alive are dead, not one throb of llery pulse, not one breath of vapor—the ocean changing its amount of salino qualities. The inter- | nal (Ires of the earth are gradually eating j their way to the surface—upheavul aud subsidence of vast realms of continent. Moravians In Greenland have removed their boat poles because the advancing sea submerged them. idnmrus records that in eighty-seven years n great stone was lOi) feet nearer the water than when ho wrote. Forests have been buried by the soa, aud land that was cultured by farmer's hoe can be touched only by sailor's anchor. Loch Nevis of Scotland and Dingle biy or Ireland and the fiords of Norway, where pleasure boats now lloat, were once valleys aud glens. Many of the islands of the sea nre the tops of sunken mountain?. Six thousand miles of the Pacill ; Ocean are sinking. The diameter of the earth, ac cording to scientific announcement, is 133 miles less than it was. The entire cou- Ilguration of the earth Is altered. Hills ure denuded of their forests. The frosts aud the waters and tlie air bombar l the earth till it surrenders to the assault. The so called "everlustiug hills" do not last Many railroad companies cease to build iron bridges because the Iron has u life of Its own, not a vegetable life or an animal life, but a metallic life, aud when that life dies the bridge goes down. Oxida tion of minerals Is only another term for describing their death. Mosses aud sea weeds help destroy the rocks they deco rate. The changes jf the Inanimate earth only symbolize tho moral changes. Society ever becomes different for better or worse. Boundary lines between nations nre set tled until the next war unsettles them. Uncertainty strikes through laws and cus toms anil legislation. The characteristic of this world Is that'nothiug in it is settled. At a time when wo hoped that the arbi tration planned last Summer at The Hague, Holland, would forever sheathe the sword and spike tho gun and dismantle the fortress the world has ou hand two wars which are digging graves for the Hower of English and American soldiery. From the .presence of such geological aud social and national and International un rest we turn with thanksgiving and exul tation to my text and find that there are things forever settled, but iu higher lati tudes tlinu we have ever trod. "Forever, O Lord, Thy word is settled iu heaven." High up In the palace of the sun at least five things are settled—that nations which go continuously aud persisteutly wrung perish; that happiness is the result of spiritual condition aud not of earthly en vironment; that this world is a school house for splendid or disgraceful gradua tion; that with or without us the world Is to bo made over Into a scene of arborescence and purity; that all who are adjoined to the unparalleled One of l>ethlehe:n aud Nazareth and Golgotha will be the sub jects of a supernal felicity without any taking off. Do you doubt my first proposition—that nations which go wrong perish? Wo have iu this American nation all the elements of permanence aud destruction. Wo need not borrow from others auy trowels for up building or torches for demolition. Ele ments ot ruin—nihilism, iu fidelity, agnostic- Ism, Sabbath desccratiou, Inebriety, sensu ality, extravagance, fraud; they are all here. Elements of safety—God-worshlp ing men and women by the scores of millions, honesty, benevolence, truthful ness, self-sacrifice, Industry, sobriety and more religion than has characterized any nation that has ever existed; they ;are ail here. Tho only quostion Is as to which ot tho forces will gain dominaucy—the oue class ascendant, and this United States Government, I think, will continue as long I as the world exists; the other class ns j cendant, and tho United States goes into | such small pieces that other governments 1 would hardly think them worth picking up. Have you ever noticed the size of tho cemetery of dead nations, the vast Green ; wood and Pere le Chaise, where mighty | kingdoms were buried': Upeu the gate and j walk through this cemetery aud real the epitaphs. Here lies Carthage, born 100 1 years before Rome, great commercial metropolis ou the bay of Tunis, a part of an empire that gave the alphabet to the Greeks and their great language to the Hebrews, her arms the terror of natlous, commanding at one time 16,000 miles of coast; her Hamllcar leading forth thirty myriads, or 300,000 troops; her Hannibal carrying out iu manhood tho outli he had taken in boyhood to preserve eternal en mity to Rome, leaving costly and Impos ing monuments at Agrlgeutum a ghastly heap of ruins; Carthage, her colonies on every coast, her ships plowing every 9ea; Cartilage—where ure her splendors now? All extinguished. Whore are her swords? The last one broken. Where are her towers and long ranges of magnificent archi tecture? Burled under the sands of the Bagradas. As bnllast of foreign ships much of her radiant marble has been car ried away to build the walls of transmedl terraneau cathedrals, while other blocks have been blasted In modern times by the makers of tho Tunis railway. And all of that great and mighty city and kingdom that tho tourist finds to-duy is here and thero a broken arch of what was once a fifty-idle aqueduct. Out talented and genlnl friend, Henry M. Field, In one of his matchless books of travel, labors hard to prove that the slight ruins of that city are really worth vlsitlug. Carthage burled la tho cemetery of dead nations. Not one nltar to the true God did she rear. Not one of the Ten Com mandments but she conspicuously vio lated. Her doom was settled in heaven when it was decided far back iu the eterni ties that tlie nation and kingdom that will not serve God shall perish. Walk on In the cemetery of nations and see tho long Hues or tombs—Thebes and Tyre and Egypt and Babylon aud Modo- Perslan and Macedonian and Roman and Saxon heptarchy, great nations, small na tlous, nations that lived a year aud nations that lived 500 years. Our own nation will be judged by the same moral laws by which all other na tions have been judged. The judgment day for individuals will probably come far on In the future. Judgment day for na tions is every day, every day weighed, every day approved or every day con demned. Never before iu the history of this country has the American nation been ' moresurelv In the balance thau it is this ' minute. Do right, and wo go up. Do I wroug, nnd we go down. I I ain not so anxious to know what t!;ls statesman or that warrior thinks we hud belter do with Cuba and Porto Bico and the Philippines a 9 I am anxious to know what God ihinkß we had better do. The dest.ny of this nation will not be decided on yonder cnpltollno hill or at Manila 01 at the presidential ballot box, for it will b€ settled iu heaven. Another tiling decide! In the same higli place is that happiness Is the result of spir itual condition and not of earthly euv irou inent. If \ve who may sometimes have a thousand dollars to invest find It such a perplexity to know what to do with it and soon after find that we invested It whero principal and interest have gone down through roguery or panic, what must be the worrlment of thuso haviug millions tc invest and whose losses correspond In mag nitude with their resources! People who have their three or four dollars a day wages are just ns bapgy as those who have un income of $500,009 a year. Sometimes happiness is seated on a foot stool and somotlmos misery on the throne. All the gold of earth 111 one chunk cannot purchase five minutes of complete satis faction. Worldly success is an atmosphere that breeds the maggots of envy and jeal ousy and hate. There are those who will never forgive you if you have more emolu ments or honor or easo thnu they have. To take you down is tho dominant wish of most of those who ure not as high us you are. Xiiey will spend hours and days and years to entrap you. They will hover around newspaper offices to get one moan line printed depreciating you. Your heaven is their hell. A dying President of the United Ktates said many years ago in regard to his life time of experience, "It doesn't pay." The leading statesmen of America in letters of advicj warn young men to keep out of politics. Many of the most successful have tried In vain to drown their trouble iu strong drink On the other hand, tnere are millions of people who on departing this life will have nothing to leav i"it a good nam < and a life insurance whose illumined fa;es are indices of Illumined souls. They wish everybody well. When the lire Dell rings, they do not goto tho window at midnight to see if it is their store that Is on lire, for they never owned a store : and when the September equiujx is abroad they do not worry lest their ships founder In a galo, for they never owned a ship, aud when the nominations are made for high political office they aro not fearful that their name will b) over looked, for they never applied for ofll .•». There Is so inuct heartiness and freedom from care in their laughter th:it when you hear it you are compelled to laugh in sym pathy, although you know not whtit they are laughing about. When tho children of that family assem ble in the sitting room of tho old home stead to hear the father's will read, they aro not fearful of being cut oft with a mill ion and a half dollars, for tho old man never owned anything more than tho farm of seventy-live acres, which yielded only enough plainly to support tho household. They have more happiness in one month than many have iu a whole lifetime. Would to God I had the capacity to ex plain to you on how little a man can be happy and on how much he may be wretched! Get you heart right and all Is right. Keep your heart wrong and all is wrong. That is a principle settled in heaven. Another thing decided In that high place is that this world Is a schoolhouse or col lego for splendid or disgraceful gradua tion. We begin in tho freshman class of good or evil uud then pass into the sopho more aud then into the junior aud then into the senior, and from that wo graduate angels or devils. In many colleges there Is au "elective course," whero the s-tudent selects what he will study—mathematics or the languages or chemistry or philoso phy—and it is an elective course we ail take in tho schoolhouse or uulversity of this world. , We may study sin until we aro saturated witli it or righteousness until we are exem plifications of it Graduate we all must, but we decide for ourselves the style of graduation. It Is au elective course. Wo cau study generosity until our every word aud every act and every acntrlbution of money or time will make the world better, or we may study meanness uutii our soul shall shrink up t > a sinallness uuiuiugina ble. We may,under God, educate ourselves in to a self control that nothing cau anger or into au irascibility that will ever and anon keep our face flushed witli wrath anil every nerve a-quiver. Great old schoolhouse of a world In which we are all being educated for glory or perdition! Some have wondered why graduation day in College is "commencement day" whon it is the last day of college es ercises, but graduation days are properly called commencement day. To all the graduates It Is the commencement of active life, and our graduation day from earth will be to us commencement of our chief life, our larger life, our more tremendous life, our eternal life. But what a day com mencement day 011 earth is! The student never sees any day like It. At any rate, I never did. When Pompey landed at Brindisi, Italy, returned from Ills victories, he disbanded the brave men who had fought uuder him and sent the:n rejoicing to their homes, and, entering ltome, his emblazoned cnarlot was followed by princes in chains from kingdoms he had conquered, and (1 nvers such as only grew uuder those Italian skies strewed the way, and he came uuder arches iuscrlbed with tho uniut; of battlefields on which he had triumphed and rode by columns which told of the 1500 cities he had destroyed laud the 12 000,000 people ho ha I con quered or slain. Then the banquet was spread, aud out of the chalices fillet to' the brim they drank to the health of the conqueror. Bellsarins, the great soldier, returned from his military achievements and was robed in purple, and In tho pro cession were brought golden thrones and pillars of precious stones and tlie furni ture of royal feasts, aud amid tho splen dors of kingdoms overcome he was hailed to the hippodrome by shouts such as hud seldom rung ;through the capital. Then also came tho convivialities In the year 574 Aurellan made his entrance to ltome In triumphal car, In which he stood while a winged ilgure of Victory hold a wreath above his head. Zenobla, captive queen of Palmyra, walked behind his chariot, her person encircled with fetters of gold, un der the weight of which she nearly fainted, but still a captive. And tliero were Iu the processlc n 200 lions and tigers aud beasts of many lauds and IGOO gladiators excused from tho cruel amphitheater that they might decorate the day, aud Persian and Arabian und Ethiopian embassadors were lu tho procession aud tho long lines of cap tives, Egyptians, Syrians, Gauls, Goths aud Vandals. It was to such scenes that the New Tes tament refers when it spoke of Christ "having despoiled principalities and pow ers. He made a show of tliern, openly tri umphing." But, oh. the difference In those triumphs! The lioman triumph rep resented arrogance, cruelty, oppression aud wrong, but Christ's triumph meant emancipation and holiness aud joy. The former was a procession of groans accom panied by a clank of chains, the other n procession of ho-anuas by millions set for ever free. The only, shackled ones of Christ's triumph will be satan aul his cohorts tied to our Lord's chariot wheel, with all the abominations of all the earth bound for an eternal eaptlvlty. Then will come a feast in which tho chalices will be filled ' with the new wine ol the kingdom " Under nrches commemora tive of all the battles in which the L unuered armies of the church militant through thousands of years of struggle have at last wou tho day Jesus will ride. Conqueror of earth und hell and heaven. Those armies, disbanded, will take palaces und thrones. "And they shall comi from the East and the West and the North and the Soutu and sit down in the kingdom of God." And may you and I, tliroligh tho pardoning and sanctifying grace of Christ, be guests at that royul banquet!
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