7
KNOWLEDGE.
B only we could tee what lie ahead,
If we might look beyond to-morrowa
portals,
I wonder if we should, absolved from
dread,
Be happy-visnged and contented mortals?
mould ail the hate and heartaches dis
appear, iWoulif flee blot out all memories of sor
row SFould courage come to take the place of
fear,
. If we could see what lies beyond to
morrow? If we could know whnt destinies the fntrs
Are nhnping now for us who blindly
blunder
And oft in vain nssnult forbidden gates
linw would die knowledge prolit us, I
wonder?
IWould failure cease to break the hearts of
nnn ?
Would night's deep, silent darkness lose
its tenor?
IWould he that ought to dig lay down the
pen ?
iWould nil who stumble cease to grope in
error: ,
iWe know that right is right, that wrong is
wrong,
That thus it was ordained at time's be
ginning; IWe know that honors to the wise belong,
That sorrow ia the heavy price of sinning,
let foolishly we sin and venture where
The currents, soon or late, will drag us
under;
If somehow nil the future were1 laid bare,
liow would beholding prolit us, t wonder?
S. Ji. Riser, in i outh's Companion,
9a-9. o- e e r- Te -o
t Lost and Won.
-w a a e s o -" q e a
A shrill blast from the whistle and
B cry. The thresher stopped and the
workers rushed to his side. With the
greatest difficulty they succeeded In
getting him, their master, Chaguy,
out o the steel claws of the machine.
The wounded man groaned for a mo
ment, then he swore like a troops.
His right arm was one bloody pulp
from wrist to shoulder.
He was carried to the house, and
as the men were carrying him across
the yard the servant girl, Jeannlne,
appeared In the door She had been
Beared by the sudden stopping of the
thresher. '
"What Is tbe matter?"
"It Is the master who got his arm
Crushed (a' the thresher."
She looked at the bloody stump
and begun to sob aloud.
y"It seems to hurt you a lot more
than It hurts me,'' the wounded man
aid phlegmatically.
They wanted to put hlra to bed and
lie refused.
"Put me In the armchair near the
(window."
He was placed In the large, clumsy,
uncomfortable armchair. Jennnlne
brought linen rags and wanted to
put a bandage on.
"They won't do any' good, Jeannlne.
ffust tie something around what is
left and then tell Jean to hitch up and
go for the doctor. Let him tell the
doctor he must be here before sun
down and cut off my arm. Patch
work won't do here."
Then he said to the others: "Now
you Just go back to work. It Is no
use to stop everything because I have
lost an arm. The thresher costs
enough money to hire, anyway."
When Jeannlne and the others had
gone, Chaguy began to think. He
was a strong, powerful man, who
cared nothing for the pain. The ac
cident was unfortunate, but the re
sults still more serious. By working
from dawn to dark he had been able
to do without a hired hand except
during the harvest time, even though
he had one hundred acres. The two
mares that were now resting in the
table had been as tireless as he, but
In the future he would not be able
to plow. He would have to get a
hired man, andthat would cost him
at least five hundred francs a year.
How was he to make that money?
When he had reached this point he
was filled with, remorse for not hav
ing kept a promise given to a dying
person. It was his wife who would
not die until she was satisfied she had
arranged everything so that her death
would mean the smallest possible
loss. During her long Illness this
thought had worried her. Her fear
did not arise from the thought that
the heritage should be scattered, for
he had no children, but from love of
the soil, to -which she had devoted
the work of her life.
At last she found a way out, and
aid to her husband: "Chaguy, I
have thought It all over. You are
only thirty, and not fit to remain a
widower, first because you are too
. young, and next because a farm with
out a housewife does not amount to
everything. You must marry Jean
nlne. Sho has been with us ten years
and never given any cause for com
plaint. She is young and strong and
Willing, and that makes up for the
fact that she can bring no dowry.
" Promise me to marry her, and I can
die In peace."
Chaguy had promised, but he had
always put off the matter. Not that
fee was blind to her robust beauty or
her quick hands, but he was always
thinking of what improvements he
could make if he were to raafry a
widow or girl with money. And
thus three years had passed and he
Was Etill a widower.
His blood was boiling now when
he thought of himself with one arm,
, tit only to weed turnips. Who would
marry him now? Nobody not even
Jeannine. He would have to have a
trangcr cultivate his farm, his In
come would go down, the value of his
' farm would deteriorate and his sav
ings would disappear. That arm
would cost him a pile of money. If
. he had only kept his promise then
, he would have had Jeannlne; but, of
course, she would leave him now,
too.
Jeannlne entered.
"The boy has gone," she said, "and
- the doctor ought to be here by 2
'clock."
When she saw how sad her master
looked, she continued softly: "Do
not worry too much about.lt, master;
perhaps the doctor may be able to
save your arm."
He v looked at her as she stood
there, tall and strong, her firm round
arms on her hips. Her face was full
of pity, but strong like that of a
woman who does not want to betray
her feelings. Chaguy thought she
had never looked as beautiful as now.
"It is not the accident I am think
ing of," he said; "It Is what is to
come. I shall have to pay at least
500 francs to a man to do things here,
and within ten miles I do not know a
single fellow who can plow a straight
furrow. Blame the whole business."
"Is that all that worries you?"
"Yes, blame it Isn't that
enough?"
"You must not talk like that, mas
ter."
"Why not?"
"I will show you why."
She left the room.
He turned a little In his chair, but
nlmost howled with pain. He looked
through the window across the field.
It would take many days to plow
them and here he was sitting doing
nothing. Who was to plow the long
furrows across the fields and throw
out the seed for a new harvest?
Suddenly he heard a voles In 'the
stable It was JeanuAne: "Hello,
Gray, get up, now tome on, now,
Charlotte!" ,f
What did that mean? Did Jean
nlne intend, to plow? That would
never work, although she had tried
often enough In fun. Gathering all
his strength, he succeeded in raising
himself, and as he looked through
the window he saw Jeannine making
the first furrow. H(wwas almost
moved to tears as he saw how well
she did it, and how splendid she
looked behind the plow, with her
sleeves rolled up, her hair blowing
about her head, and her young, firm
bosom heaving with excitement.
Chaguy stared at her as if be
witched, then the tears came into his
eyes as he exclaimed in despair, "Oh,
my God!"
When she came back near the
house Chaguy, was an almost super
human effort, raised the window and
called out: "Oh, Jeannlne! "
"Yes, master. Don't I know how
to plow?"
"I can do it no better :ayself but,
oh, Jeannine, you are a splendid girl.
What a pity I have lost my arm, or
I should ask you to be my wife."
She took hold of the plow handles.
looked at him, and satd in a voice that
trembled a little:
"Just as you want to, master; the
arm won't make no difference. You
know that my two arms are always
yours if you want to take them."
American Cultivator.
Catholics in the Navy.
Of the 15,000 men comprising the
crews of the battleship fleet just re
turned from the Orient 5000 are good
and loyal Catholics. Nor are these
upholders of the flag Catholics in
name only or without the admira
tion of their non-Catholic comrades.
An incident chronicled from Mar
seilles illustrates this:
During the stay of some of our bat
tleships at Marseilles about 150 sail
ors went to mass, but were derided
and criticised by some of the French
naval officers and other atheistic
Frenchmen. Returning to their ships
after mass these sailors complained
bitterly of their treatment to their
officers.
"We were Insulted because we went
to church," said they. "We are
Americans. Do you wish us to be
made a target for insults and sneers?
What are you going to do about it?"
For answer every one of the fleet
who could get away Protestants, in
fidels, free thinkers and Catholics to
the number of 1400, marched to mass
in a solid body the next day. Rosary
Magazine.
Holland's Littlo Julie.
The name of Holland's new "Lit
tle Julie" Is in every way of good
omen for the house of Orange, which,
will have no lack of blossoms in the
next generation if she follows her
great-ancestress example, for it was
Juliana of Stolberg who made good
her Nassau husband's claim to be
called William the Rich. He wfrt
rich, as Motley remarks, only in chil
dren. But five sons, headed by Wil
liam the Silent, and seven daughters
amounted to wealth indeed from the
patriotic point of view. All those
five illustrious brothers owed much
to the mother whose letters, written
to them in hours of anxiety, still sur
vive. She advised them, "with as
much earnest simplicity, as if they
were still children at her knee, to
rely always, in the midst of the trials
and dangers which were to beset their
paths through life, upon the great
hand of God." London Chronicle.
For Tuberculnr Children.
Separate schools for tubercular
children may be established in Phila
delphia in the near future. The new
school code specifically prescribes
that children sniftering from tubercu
losis cannot be admitted into the pub
lic schools and at the same time pro
vides for the compulsory attendance
of all children between the ages of
sit and sixteen years. It is the opin
ion of the educational officials that
the ,only solution of the problem is
to Bet aside special schools for the
use of the tubercular pupils. Medi
cal Journal.
' Men Also.
"Women are sacrificed by the tho:
sands in the name of marriage," says
Mother Tlngley. And some men. -Rochester
Herald.
TALB5
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A BRAVE MAN.
Nicolas, Chevalier d'Assas, a
French captain in the Auvergno regi
ment, born at Vlgan, in the Lnngue
doc, while making a reconnoissance
during the night of October 15, 1760,
at Klostercanip, In Westphalia, met
a column of the enemy which was ad
vancing in silence to surprise the
French camp. He was ordered to
keep silent or else they would kill
him. D'Assas at once cried put, "A
mol Auvergne the enemy Is here!"
He was killed on ty spot. Bouil
let's Dictionary o' History.
MOOSE HUNTING UNCERTAIN.
A curious Instance of the uncer
tainty of moose hunting recently oc
curred on the preserves of the Laur
entlan Club, In New Brunswick. Mr.
Gedney, of New York, arrived one
morning at a subsidiary camp in the
woods, and found, resting there, a
couple of club members, who had
been looking in vain for many days
for a trace of big game.
They had Intended to start out
again after luncheon. Laughingly
they asked Mr. Gedney why he did
not go out and get a moose while they
continued their rest.
The suggestion was accepted, and
the new arrival started out amid the
good natured banter of the campers.
Ten minutes later they heard. the dis
charge of a ride, and shortly after
Mr. Gedney returned to camp.
When he said in reply to the In
quiries of his companions that he had
killed a moose and had come back to
secure their assistance in skinning
the carcass and getting the head and
meat to camp, the'story was for some
time treated as a joke, the whole of
the surrounding country having been
carefully searched for moo3e for some
weeks previously. This particular
moose possessed a beautiful head,
with a spread of antlers exceeding
fifty inches.
WANTED IN SMYRNA.
Israel Ludlow, the aeronaut whose
experiments with flying machines
have so greatly impaired his health,
till perseveres in his aeronoutical
researches, and one day he said:
"I bear my accident patiently. It
happened, no doubt, because it was
to happen. I shall keep on with fly
ing. I am something of a fatalist, I
uppose."
He mused a moment.
"You know how profoundly they
believe in fate in the East?" he said.
"There is a story that they tell about
It there.
"A certain sultan was giving audi
ence one morning when . the grand
vizier came and prostrated himself
at the foot of the dais. .
"Rise, vizier," said the sultan,
graciously, 'and tell me why you are
so pale, and why do you tremble so?'
"'Alas, lord,' the vizier answered,
'in that shadowy corner by the ivory
screen the Angel of Death Is standing.
For a long while he has Btood there,
and continually he fixes on me a
strange and earnest look.'
"The vizier wrung his hands.
" 'Lord, I would not die, he said.
Lord, grant thy slave permission to
set out forthwith for Smyrna. Thus,
it may be, I will -escape the dreadful
ViBltant.'
"The sultan, with a nod, granted
the vizier that wish and the poor man
hastened forth' with all speed to make
ready for the Journey. Then tho sul
tan beckone'd the angel to him.
" 'Art thou,' he Bald, 'truly the
Angel of Death?'
" 'Yes, replied the other, indiffer
ently. " "The sultan nodded his head. Then
he said, gravely:
" 'Why hast thou looked with such
strange earnestness at my vizier?'
" 'Because,' said the angel, 'I won
dered what he was doing here, for I
have orders to kill him In Smyrna.' "
Washington Star.
GRANT'S HEROISM.
The story of General Grant's sick
room was, as all the world knows, a
sad one. With no desire to display
the harrowing side of his physical
suffering, I still wish to describe the
manner in which he bore his trials
under the many adverse circum
stances which tested to the utmost
his remarkable fortitude, stubborn
ness of will and Christian philosophy.
His wonderful self-control, which sel
dom deserted him, not only made him
the least complaining, but the most
dutiful, of patients. The study of his
different moods in his long wait for
death was a revelation in resignation
which could never go unheeded. To
fit oneself to the burden of sickness
requires time and patience. It was
at first hard for him to submit to
the inevitable. View the situation as
he might, there was still tho ominous
shadow over his immediate future.
The willing submission to fate
strains the strongest philosophy.
Etill, like others under like circum
stances, he resolved to face the en
emy, and trust to adapting himself
to new conditions. This explained
his deep gloom when the real nature
of his malady was first announced to
him. It was this discipline that was
necessary for the few working days
left to him. The only relief in the
situation was to make the most of the
remaining opportunities, and stub
bornly persist to the end. Then came
the reaction that readjusted the bar
den. Becoming more used to the
mental depression, it was the more
easily borne. He admitted that fact,
and bravely trudged along under
heavy marching orders. This desira
ble change for the better was duly
noted by those around him, and ev
ery effort was made by them to di
vert his mind into new channels of
thought. It thus became his necessity
to devote himself afresh to the com
pletion of his memoirs. From Dr.
Shrady'8 "General Grant's Last
Days," in the Century.
THE WONDERFUL SHARK.
A prominent Government, official
who has returned from a visit to
Palm Beach, Fla., tells about seeing
a huge-mnn-eatlng shark that was
captured at that place. It was one
of the biggest sharks ever caught in
Florida waters, and was evidently a
sailor of many years. The animal
measured over eighteen feet in
length, had a sword attachment that
was as long as an arm, and was of the
leopard variety, stamping it as one
of the man-eating species, a danger
ous beast.
The shark was caught by a shark
fisherman. He used a large rope for
a line, and had a windlass as a reel.
At the end of the line was a huge
steel hook, and this was baited with
a large bright tin can. The shark bit
at the bait and was entrapped. He
was landed after the roughest time
the fisherman ever experienced. It
was the interior of the fish, however,
that excited the greatest Interest
When he wus cut open, a whole por
poise was found in the stomach.
There was also a large piece of partly
digested shark, and the head of an
ostrich. The piece of shark inside
the monster was out of the back, and
contained the backbone of the dead
animal.
A careful examination showed that
the backbones were larger than the
backbones of the captured shark. A
number of scars on his body showed
that he had been in conflict with an
other shark, nnd the finding of-a
piece of the adversary showed that
the conflict had ended in the death
of the opponent; that the victor had
then swallowed a juicy portion of his
adversary. The presence of the os
trich head in the stomach of the man.
eater was regarded as undoubted
proof that the shark had probably
Just arrived in Florida waters from
Africa, and that he had made the
trip in two or three days. The head
was not digested, and the process of
digestion had only Just begun. There
is only one ostrich farm in Florida,
and when that institution was com
municated with, the owners said that
they had not lost an ostrich in a year.
The ability of a shark to pass a fast
steamer in one minute's time Is well
known to travelers, and there is no
doubt that the shark had been in
African waters and had captured a
stray ostrich, or the head of one that
had been killed, and then started
across the Atlantic, reaching the Flor
ida waters before the ostrich, head
had begun to digest. New York
Tribune.
AN ANGLER'S HARD LUCK TALE.
In Southwestern Colorado, with
two of my friends, I stepped off the
narrow gauge train Just at the en
trance of the Black Canon, at a point
which was recommended to us as one
of the most favorable places for trout
fishing along the wild Gunnison
River. One day, while fishing right
under a cliff formed by one of the
plateau supporting rocks, we were
aroused by a rumbling noise which
was distinctly audible above the roar
of the stream.
Then we saw the body of a Bheep
floating down the stream; in another
moment we saw two sheep being car
ried down the torrent; the next mo
ment the body of a Iamb fell within
a foot of where I was sitting. Then
followed a veritable shower of sheep.
One of my companions was struck
senseless, and before I could go to
his assistance I was struck on, the
head by a large ram and was carried
into the raging river.
In this part of the Gunnison rocks
protrudo aboye the surface of the
water, and no one can cross the
stream without assistance and hope
to come out alive. I was hurled from
side to side and from rock to rock,
wnen, after being carried down the
stream fully ten furlongs, I was
washed up on to a pile of sheep that
baa accumulated on one of the rocks.
I Trfls bruised and scared to the point
cf insanity, but I managed to reach
the shore, although my life was again
Imperilled by reason of a break in
the dam of sheep which had tem
porarily bridged the stream.
The explanation of the shower of
sheep is as follows: The sheep and
cattlemen, who each claimed the
plateau as their grazing ground, had
been engaged in bitter warfare. The
cattlemen maintained that where the
sheep were allowed to grazu the land
was rendered unfit for cattle to graze
upon, owing to the fact that the sheep
cropped the grass so closely that there
was nothing left for the cattle. On
this particular morning the sheep
were In corral, and the angered cat
tlemen took advantage of the absence
of the herders, opened the gates of
the corral, stampeded them, and ran
them to tho edge of the plateau, over
which 2500 of the sheep were pre
cipitated. Chicago Tribune,
Monkey Had Gocd Memory.
During a performance in a variety
theatre at Copenhagen a monkey
named Morits suddenly sprang off tho
stage and threw himself into the arms
of a man in che audience. It was dis
covered that tho nan had been llor
1U' master four years before.
Time's Problem.
By Elbert Hubbard.
fiMTD has always been a puzzle to philosophers.
I I I They could -never explain, or account, or ' trace iti
III ginning and end.
I. M A -J . V. 4
AiiU uicjr vaauui Jtci.
While we can calculate the end of worlds and solar systems!,
.time stretches away Illimitable, unfettered and uncontrolled.
The principal thing that differentiates man from animals is
his cognizance of time. ,
Animals know when they are hungry, but they never look at the sun or
make any sign which showa that they are speculating about time.
Birds and fowls go to roost when It grows dark, and get busy -when light
returns.
When a total eclipse happens, chickens accept it as a matter of course,
and hunt their roosts; -while we foretell the coming eclipse by the use of a
watch and a calendar.
And what of the eyeless fish In caves and In the depths of the sea that see
no light?
Time must pass as It does to a prisoner In darkness who soon loses the
power to even approximately measure time.
Prince Peter iKropotkin, In describing the horrors of solitary confinement,
says the Wnd Jailer who allowed him to keep his watch thereby saved him
from Insanity.
We divide life up Into periods of time, and thus make it endurable.
You lend a man money and in a year 'he pays you back with something ad
ditional or he doesn't. Anyway, he should.
Where did the extra money come from?
Time produced half or it. ,
Such is the power of time. TImo mitigates all grief, cures all sickness,
satisfies revenge. And Shakespeare says: "W'lat is time but the shadow of
earth on the background of eternity?" '
The Bible contains nine hundred and sixty references to time.
In order to picture endless time, or eternity, a good old preacher I used
to 'hear put the matter this way: "If once in a thousand years a tiny bird
came from a far distant planet, and carried away in his 'bill a single grain of
sand, the time would come when this entire earth would be gone but It
wouldn't then be sun-up In hell."
Does time exist outside of our consciousness?
It certainly does.
It goes on, Just the same when we sleep, and if we should fall to awako.
It -would still go on. It will go on when watches cease to tick, when all animal
life ceases to breathe, when sHars cease to shine and suns to set.
How can time cease? By no leap of mind can one imagine. New York
American.
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'The One Who Nags.
By Winifred Black.
WOMAN seventy years old shot and killed her cousin, a woman
of eighty, the other day.
The two poor old creatures lived in two bare littlo rooms at
the top of a rich, man's house.
They were poor relations.
Thcv did not eat their meals with the rest of the family
A
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they didn't like "new-fangled cookin'," they said, and they (natea
to dress for dinner so every day they slipped down the back stairs Into ithe
rich man's kitchen and ate what was left of the rich man's dinner.
And the rich man's friends all said how good he was to give the two old
women house room.
They had little plants in their windows upstairs, and one of them had a
cat; and, on the whole, they might have been rather comfortable. But the
oldest old woman did not like the way the youngest old woman did her hair,
and she said her rheumatism cure was tho best, and she wouldn't let the young
est old woman alone about it
Every morning, when the two old women crept down the stairs, the old
est old woman said something sarcastic about the youngest old woman's hair,
or lack of it, and one day she went into the youngest old woman's room and
took her bottle of rheumatism cure and emptied it out of the window, to "kill
the sparrows," she said; and that night the youngest old woman took a cheap
revolver and shot and killed the oldest old woman and the Coroner said she
did It in a fit of Insanity. .
Yesterday the youngest old woman died herself, and they burled her in
the rich man's family lot, right beside the woman she had killed.
Poor desperate old creature! I'm Klad she is at rest.
Insane? -No, she wasn't insane. She was Just nagged.
She was one of the quiet, peaceful sort, who couldn't "answer back" so
she stood It as long as she could, and then she committed murder.
I wish every nagger and every bully and every hectoring tease would read
the story of the two old women and of what happened to the one who did the
nagging.
It might be possible to avert another tragedy.
I'd rather live with a thief and a murderer than dwell under the same
roof with a petty nagger. New York American.
Marriage by Accident.
By Winifred Black.
'IE ideal wife epidemic Is
T
or six of the big papers in the middle-sized towns are running
pages and pages of letters from men describing the ideal wife.
Not one of the letter writers wants a beauty; not one cares
a thing about style, and
heart and swears that he
or clover, or Intertalnine.
All be wants is an old-fashioned girl, who will love him and mend his
socks, and look pleasant when he comes home from the offiee.
Dear me, girls, aren't you sorry you spent so much money on those rats
and puffs and swiahy frocks and things?
The men don't seem to like them, after all when they're writing letters.
The real man the sort of chap you see down at Asbury Park and Atlantic City,
and even at Far Rockaway once in a while oh, he's different. He may say he
likes an old-fashioned girl, but you introduce- him -to one and see how quick
he will remember that he has an engagement somewhere else.
The ideal wife is a good deal likke the Ideal husband a creature of the
Imagination.
The very man that sits down and writes a letter about the nice, humble,
quiet, modest, unassuming little housekeeper he Intends to marry, will fall in
love the very next minute with a great big Gibson girl, all hat and complexion
and blah-heeled shoes.
And the very girl who declares on paper that she won't marry a hand
some man for anything, and that she can't bear a "swell-dresser," will run
away and marry a $20 a week vaudeville actor just because he has dark eyes
and wears a lovely spotted waistcoat that Just matches his socks.
Hurrah for good old Mother (Nature!
We can fool ourselves whenever we want to, but wo never can fool her
for a minute. When she has enough tall people in the world she gets all the
short men to falling in love with the big women and the next generation is
middle sized.
When there are too many blonds she starts every blond man to falling in
love with a brunette nd that question.ls settled. The neat old maid marries
the prodigal son, and the giddy gusher settles down and makes a fine practical
wife for the staid man of business, and we who think we are doing the whole
thing haven't a word to say in the matter. It's a kind of relief to realize that
this marrying business isn't as much of a responsibility as it might be after all,
isn'it it? (San Francisco Examiner.
German War
Historj' Amply Justifies Great Britain's Perturbation
By Henry
HAVE read with, interest
1
President of Columbia University relative to the
scare" in England.
Are the fears of the
"war lord" of Germany is an avowed disciple of Frederick the
Great, who, it will be remembered by students of history, threw
his armies on Silesia without a word of warning, anj plunged all
Eurore. Great Britain Included, Into one of the longest and bloodiest wars ever,
recorded in history.
Frederick the Great had no quarrel with the Empress Maria Theresa. He
coveted Silesia and took it. His own explanation of that dreadful act of ag
gression was that he wished to make himself famous! He succeeded. He ob
tained Silesia and is recorded In history as Frederick the Great.
History also records that when the war .was concluded the fields of Ger
many were cultivated by women and dogs harnessed- together to the plow!
We have all profound reverence and respect fur the principles advocated
at The Hague Conference, echoed at Lake Mohonk, but It Is only yesterday
that Austria, emulating the act of Frederick the Great, seized Bosnia end
Herzegovina, tearing the "Treaty of Berlin" to shreds, defying the parties to
it, is it not said at the instigation of the present German Emperor?
breaking out all over the West, and e
every one of them puts his hand on his
doesn't care whether his wife is pretty,
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the address delivered at Mohonk
designs of Germany unreasonable? The
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