re. A Pittsburg man claims that he can make his Lens lay by the use of elec tricity. Shocking! ——————————————— Chicago housewives want a fourteens hour day, this being a reduction of about ten hours from the time wany of them are on duty. a————————— -0ld man Giddles wants to know what's the use of wondering whether there are people on Mars, when we can't sell them anything, —————————————— How we love to talk of the wonder ful things we The reason for this is that nothing is wou derfv] after it has been done, F———————— have not done. A biologist prescribes a pound of dandy or a dose of cooking soda for “that tired feeling.” The young Amer ican will know which prescription to take, It is to be hoped that the news thal an American cornet player is receiv ing $1500 a week in Paris won't star the man next door to practicing here after double time. —————————————————— Mr, Carnegie says that millionaires who laugh are rave. It is quite possi ble that Mr. Rockefelier knew this and, wanting to laugh, not only became rare but disappeared altogether. Lots of people are poor to-day be cause they didn’t know what was going to happen in 1903. Lots more will be come poor because they think they know what will happen in 1906. ——————— The announcement that the Pennsyl- vania Railway Company is preparing to do away with steam engines and to use electric motors exclusively, throughout its extensive system, pres. ages the end of the age of steam and the coming triumph of electricity. The statement may seem startling at first, but as a matter of fact the railroads have been experimenting with electric engines for some time and their event- ual use was a foregone conclusion. Not only in the matter of speed but in every other respect electricity has the advantage over steam as a motive power. It is surprising how many people there are in this world who want to increase the discomforts of life. There is always bobbing up some professor or propagandist who informs us that everything we have ever done is wrong and that ‘the only road to physical sal vation is to follow his own schedule. ‘And now comes a man from Chicago and tells us that we must not eat soup. pie, pancakes, puddings and cold meats, except ham, and apparently make our principal diet spinach, as- paragus, lettuce and onions. Probably most persons eat more than is good for them and it is certain that, generd ally speaking, food is not well cooked But to lay down a law for the human race is absurd. ————— The idea that has prevailed up to a very recent date that organic life does not exist at great depths in the ocean, has been exploded by late scientific in vestigation. As a matter of fact, the pressure of water is so great that ordi nary articles of wood are compressed to half their original size if lowered to a depth of three thousand feet. If a human being were suddenly exposed td the pressure of water at that depth he would be compressed to the thin- ness of paper. A diver at the depth of ten thousand feet would have weight upon him equal to several hun. dred of the greater and heaviest loco- motives. There are depressions very much deeper, however, and soundings have been made establishing depths of more than twenty-two thousand feet near the Island of St. Thomas in the Atlantic, and of almost twenty-seven thousand feet near the Japanese coast. ————————— Dr. Stenson Hooker, who has applied the Blondlot ray discoveries to prob- lems of food, explains in the London Express how the colored rays that sure round every human being are affected by a “refined diet,” meaning a diet without meat. There are some visible changes, such as “shrinkage of the features.” The face becomes “smaller but more beautiful,” a fact which might incline persons with large and unbeautiful faces to vegetarianism. The ‘eye becomes brighter, the step more elastic, the brain quicker. ut perhaps the most remarkable discov- ery of Dr, Hooker is that the man who is “living a gross life’—i. e., eating meat—emits and is surrounded by dark rays from deep red to chocolate, while the ‘refined diet” generate cheerful rays of lighter red, or, if he is very refined, of yellow. If Dr. Hooker's view becomes gencral, sug- gests the New York World, the man who now complains of that dark-brown taste in his mouth next day will gloomily announce instead that he is surrounded by dark-brown rays. man will IF HE SHOULD PASS THIS WAY. You, on the heavy load, Plying your cruel goad, Are you a pagan? “No” Bitterly you reply, “1 am a Christian!” Why, Then, does your stinging blow Fall on the poor, old, blind slave that has served you long? Why is your look unkind? Why do you curse because You have heen forced to pause, <eaving a little space for the feet of the passing throng? A Christian, yon are, you say-—= What if He passed this way? Would you dare to call to Him, “See, O Christ! how I follow Thee?” You are a “Christian,” too, You with the greedy clutch; Children must toil for you, Making your profit much. Your heart is a nest for greed. You covet your neighbor's gains, blind to your servants’ need; You sit in your pew and dream Of the clink of gold and its gleam, And a Christian's glory vou claim, And the heathen yon deem unclean and the pagan immersed in shame What if He pe What if He ca Would you “See, O Christ! how you are sed this way—- ne to-day! dare to call to lim, I follow Thee?" You in your silks arrayed, . You in your costly ease, You who have e'en betrayed Love for your luxuries, You who in riches loll, With nevee a word of hope or pity for those who fall, You ave a “Christian,” too, Your prayer book is kept in views With jewels around your throat, You hear of vour neighbor's shame, and deep in your heart you gloat! Oh, what if He passed this way, . Meek and lowly, to-day? . Would yon dare to call to Him, “See, Dear Lord! how 1 follow Thee?” You with your millions, you Who are bribing men to do ¥Youl wrongs that your gains may swell, You are a Christian; there 1s vour bishop's card, and well Have you given, O millionaire, That steeples may tower high And that people in passing by May turn and regard with awe You who have power to sway and who prostitute the law; To all who will give you heed You boast with self-righteousness that yours is the Christian creed! “A Christian am 1,” vou sav, But what if He passed this way? Would vou dare to call to Him, ‘‘See, O Christ! how I follow Thee?” -N. E. Kiger. V + A Matrimonial Advertisement, y $e UN exclaimed the bursting into “here's your birthday! any tin before. flowers. 1t only arthings, but it } AY, old girl,” schoolboy, the room, SOMme- thing for cost nine-p looks quite fine, don’t you think? Ilow old are you to-day, Jen?’ Jenny Bruce shuddered artistically. “Don’t!” she exclaimed. “The mater was say- ing you are getting on,” continued the frank brother; “she said Clare was married years before your and couldn't make out why you are not. She says youre too particular, and that it don’t pay now young men are so scarce. Don’t stay on the shelf, old age, girl, Why not make up to some duf- fer? You aren't so bad looking, you know.” “Because they are all fools!” retort- ed the prettiest Miss Bruce, in dis- gust. “Thanks for the jar; it is very pretty,” she added listlessly. “And you don’t look so old,” went on Bobbie. “I suppose people will next be re- marking how young 1 look—for my age,” she said with a shrug. “Perhaps mother would like me to put a matri- monial advertisement into the paper.” “I say, what a jolly lark,” exclaimed the boy. fhen he was silent, thinking deeply. His sister did not notice his unusual thoughtfulness. As.a rule when Bob- bie looked thoughtful people expected the worst. She was busy wondering if, after all, she had not been a little hasty in re- fusing nearly ten years ago her first lover, because he was under six feet, and had gray eyes instead of black; her ideal being at that time a cross be- tween a brigand and a poet. She had changed her ideals since, also her lov- ers. Among the men that had pro- posed to her there was not one she could tolerate now except Robert Tom- lym. He had been rather nice, after all, but she had lost sight of him shortly after his dismissal, and Dbe- yond the fact that he had gone to Lon- don, she knew nothing She wondered what made her think of him again. Was it because her dear- est friend had just got engaged to the man who once had had no eyes for any one but her? A young man who was making his way in the world, too. Her mother and married sisters had spoken rather tartly about it. She was reminded that marriage or a govern- ess-ship would be all that she had to look forward io if anything happened to her father. For a moment she was a little sorry she had let Bella carry off Dick Weath- erby. A few days later Bobbie burst again into the room where she was reading, He waved a paper and letter trimmphantly. “Cheer up, old girl,” he said encouragingly, “there's a chance yet! Got an answer straight away, and he's coming to the end of the street by 0 this afternoon.” “What on earth are you about?’ asked Jenny. “The matrimonial advertisement, of course. I put it in for you, and I've got a chap as easy as wink. You'll be able to fix it up to-day, and them, when the mater starts ragging, you can just tell her you've collared a chap and that she can keep her hair on.” “Good heavens!” gasped Jenny, turn- ing white. “There's nothing to funk—"" he was beginning. “Let me see the paper and letter,” she cried distractedly. “It's a ripping ad..,” he said proudly. pointing it out. “Cost a shilling, too, but 1 guessed you'd pay that back gladly enough when you were fixed up—or he would.” “A young lady with blue eyes and golden hair, answering to the name of Jenny, wants to meet a young gentleman with a view to matrimony: strictly private.” “Oh, you bad, wicked boy!" she cried in a burst of rage, “what have you done! I am disgraced! ‘Answering to the nanie of Jenny.” Oh, oh. I might be a dog.” “There's gratitude!” cried the boy. amazed and injured. “Aren't you glad? Aren't you going to thank me? And I've written to the fellow and made the appointment, and saved you all the trouble but the courtin’, an’ girls can do that some!” \ “You've written to him! Did you sive him my full name?” wailed Jenny. talking “Of course I gave your full name, stupid; here's his lefter; says he'll be charmed to meet you as appointed, and I call it jolly decent of him!” Her fingers shook as she read the fatal confirmation of the letter; then her eyes fell on the signature, and she turned crimson and gasped again. It was signed “Robert Tomlyn.” “He'll be waiting,” went on Bobbie, “and if you don’t turn up he'll come to the house, and everybody will know. Put your hat on and cut!” “I must go and explain: oh, this is dreadful,” mur- mured Miss Bruce frantically, as she ran upstairs and put on her hat—her most becoming hat. “He can’t think I've gone off, at any rate,” was her secret thought, as she met her reflection in the glass. “Shall I go with you?’ demanded her brother eagerly. “No, you horrid, wicked little brute; I never want to speak to you again. How am 1 to explain to Mr. Tom- Iyn—" “Well, if he's on the marrying job as well,” was the coarse reply, “vou won't need much explainin’. Tell him it's 0. K., and get hitched up together, and mind you don’t act the stingy over the cake.” * * * * A = * “This is—is quite a delightful sur- prise,” said a young man—a very good- looking young man, Jenny decided; she bad forgotten he was so attractive —1¢ & his hat, as she got to the end of the street. “What must you think!” she began incoherently, blushing vividly. “But it wasn’t me at all; it was Bobbie; he did it all for a trick, and I knew nothing about it till he brought the paper and letter in just now, and I came to ask you to go away at once.” “Well, it's just a coincidence: there's no harm in having a little chat for the sake of old times,” he returned eagerly. “If you are the sort of man that-—- that answers matrimonial advertise- ments, it’s a pity to waste your time.” she replied rather spitefully. *No doubt another girl is waiting for you elsewhere.” “It caught my eye and it amused me,” he explained quickly, “and just for curiosity I answered it. When a reply came signed Janet Bruce, I won- dered if it could possibly be you. and I came on spec. Please don’t be angry. Let's take it as it was meant—merely as a joke. I thought you were mar- ried; I'm sure I saw an announce- ment.” “No, IT am not,” she replied a little grimly. “It would be one of my sis- ters, How strange you should remem- ber me!” she added. “I neves forgot you,” he returned, by no means truthfully, for he had quite forgoiten his old love, in new ones, till er name recalied her to his re- membrance. Then he decided that he had never really loved any girl but her, and was quite sure of it when her eyes looked up into his, Then Bobbie dashed into them. “Here's the mater,” he said excitedly; “you'd better hook it, you chap, and Jen can look the other way.” *I wish you would go away!” said his sister very savagely. Bobby winked. “Oh, spoiling sport, am 1! Liere’s the mater anyway.” “Mother,” said Miss Bruce composed- ly, “I think you remember Mr. Tomlyn; I met him unexpectedly a minute ago.” “Very unexpectedly!” murmured Bobbie. “My, you're a cool ‘un, Jen!” “How do you d6?’ said Jenny's motlier very graciously. “What a pleas- ant surprise! You will come and have some tea?” “1 shall be charmed,” said Mr. Tom- Iyn. “I hope you mean business all right?’ said Jenny's brother to My. Tomlyn in the hall, as the young man at last departed. Jenny flushed a fine scarlet, and Mr. Tomlyn grew suddenly deaf. . “Good-by, Miss Bruce, so pleased to have come across yeu again,” he mur- mured, and ran down the steps. Bobbie followed him. “Say, that ad. cost me a bob,” he said, in an injured tone, Mr, Tomlyn handed over crown. “I haven't change,” plained; “keep it.” i “But is it worth it?’ Bobbie thought it polite to say, while grabbing hastily at the coin before Mr. Tomlyn could think better of it and find a shilling after all I Weil half-a- he ex- “1 think,” sald Mr. Tomlyn slowly, “that it may-—possibly—Dbe worth it, Do you ever take your sister out for a walk or anything?’ he inquired, when the boy turned to go, “No fear!” was the vigorous reply. “I think I would if I were you, It might be worth it, 1 should suggest your escorting her to the park to-mor- row by five, If I happen to be stand- ing by the Marble Arch I will relieve you of your duties, If you have to go away suddenly you need not mind us" “I twig!” winked the boy, “I've seen spooners hefore!” “It's nothing of that sort,” said Mr, Tomlyn haughtily. “It never is,” said Bobbie, “but you needn't look foolish; it's the sort of thing one expects from a matrimonial advertisement.” He beguiled his sister out next day; it was seldom he honored her with his company, and though she could not quite understand it, she went in the end, They came across Mr, Tomlyn at the Marble Arch. He seemed amazed at meeting them. “Who would have thought it!” he said. Jenny glanced sharply at Bobbie, whose face betrayed him, but she made no remark. She permitted the change of escort without a word. There was something decidedly attractive about Robert Tomlyn. This accidental meeting was the first of many, and one day Robert, having made up his mind that Jenny was not only his first but absolutely his last love, mentioned the little matter to her. “Our duty is very plain,” he said. “Bobbie has taken a lot of trouble. Is it all to be in vain?” “But—it would be so dreadful, and— and through the paper, and ‘answering to the name of Jenny, ” she faltered. “You might answer to the name of— darling?’ he suggested, “You are quite sure you—-" “I have loved you always! won't you—" “There was never anybody else,” she breathed happily, her eyes expressive; “there was something wrong with all the others.” And so it was settled, and no one was more delighted than Jenny's mother. Miss Bruce was making an excellent mateh after all. And, of course, every- body else said “at last!” But they did not know how it had come to pass. —Madame. Jenny, Indian Proverbs. The coward shoots with shut eyes. No Indian ever sold his daughter for a name. Before the paleface came there was no poison in the Indian’s corn. Small things talk loud to the Indian's eye. The paleface’s arm is longer than his word. When a fox walks lame old rabbit jumps. A squaw’s tongue runs faster than the wind’'s legs. There is nothing so eloquent as a rattlesnake's tail. The Indian scalps his paleface skins his friends. There will be hungry palefaces sa long as there is any Indian land to swallow. When a man prays one day and steals six, the Great Spirit thunders and the evil one laughs. There are three things it takes a strong man to hold: A young warrior, a wild horse and a handsome squaw,— From Sturm's Statehood Magazine, Says Rabbit Ate Chicken. Dr. H. Cavani, a medical expert, who is credited with being a moving spirit behind the dressed poultry bill, ap- peared yesterday before thirty mem- bers of the poultry trade of this city in the library of the New York Mercan- tile Exchange and tried to make con- verts for the bill. A statement he made to the effect that a storage-kept chicken in an undrawn state, when fed to a rabbit, caused the death of the rabbit, created some merriment among the poultry dealers. Chicken-fed rabbits heretofore have been unknown, so members of the trade said, and the medical expert was embarrassed, when informed that he had made a “discovery” of cousidera- ble importance, since up to the present time rabbits were supposed to adhere strictly to a vegetable diet.—New York Commercial. enemy, the Nothing Doing. An author who makes a specialty of stories of “our great Middle West,” with a heart throb in each, tells of an odd character he met in that region. This old chap, who afterward served the author as the main figure of a book that was largely successful, lived alone in a cabin. Woman's care being, of comse, unknown, the cabin present- ed the spectacle of the triumphant reign of dirt and disorder. Somehow the two chanced to talk of cooking and cooking utensils. “I had one of them cook books wunst,” observed the old feilow. “but I couldn't do nawthing with it.” “What was the trouble?” asked the author. “Why, everything in the book be: gan with ‘First take 2 clean dish. "— Harper's Weekly. * What For; Where?" The wiley Sultan called his Vier to his presence. “We are not sufficiently, numerous to meet the infidel Franks in open con. flict,” he said. “It is so written, O Heaven-born,” the Vizier replied. “Therefore must they be undone by craft,” the Commander of the Faith! ful continued. *I myself have devised the means. See to it, dog, that thesd are immediately put upon the market!” aud he handed to the Vizier a packs age of Turkish cigarettes.—Puck, A “life” sentence in New York is said to average «bout ten years, ROOT CROP. THE The amount of dry matter in sugar beets or turnips depends upon the soil and other conditions of growth, even the kind of manure having something to do with the quality. The value of a root erop does not depend upon the pro- portion of dry matter contained, as it may be desirable to have the water when succulency is desired. Roots are valuable foods in winter, which is the season when the hay and grain mate- rials contain more dry matter than is required, the roots serving as a succu- lent addition to the ordinary rations. COW'S APPEYITE HER GUIDE. When a cow is fed upon a variety of food she has an opportunity of selects ing those portions most suitable for her purpose. Her natural appetite her guide. If she is yielding milk she will give the preference to certain foods which she might reject if she should happen to be dried off. This selection of food is one of the valuable charac: teristics of an animal, as it increases her power of production. To keep a cow on an unchangeable diet, there. fore, is to lessen her usefulness, EGGS FOR HATCHING. When saving eggs for hatching pur- poses, or until enough have accumu: lated to fill the incubator or to place under the broody hens, keep them at a temperature of about sixty degrees, They will stand quite some variation from this, but taking everything intc consideration this is about the proper degree of heat. Turn them a little every day. If such little things as these are paid attention to you will find that you will have a much greater per: centage of fertile eggs and conse: quently a greater number of chicks that have a great deal better chance of being more robust than would other: wise be the case. EARLY SEEDING OF LAWNS, For a lawn sow blue grass seed al the rate of three bushels per acre. Ii may cost more in the sping per bushel for good seed, according to the supply and demand, as it is high in price dur- ing some seasons. It is light, weighing about fourteen pouuds per bushel. It is the best grass for a lawn, and plenty of seed should be used. No lawn will prove satisfactory if mew unless the ground has been well prepared. Plow the land and level it fine with a rake, Wood ashes will always give excellent results. The kinds of grass depend upon the nature of the soil, but the best lawns are secured when the land is first thoroughly prepared. Do not mow the grass too often or too close to the ground the first season. Give it an op- portunity to grow and become well es. tablished. EARLY POTATO FARMING. Seed potatoes should not be cut for any considerable time before planting. If it becomes necessary to delay plant. ing for some time after potatoes are cut, the cut pieces should be dusted with plaster and spread out in a mod- erately moist cool place. At least they should not be aliowed to heat, neither must they be allowed to become dry. If planting is dome very early in the spring the ridges may be permitted td remain for ten days to two weeks be- fore harrowing down. If planting is done somewhat late the ridges should be harrowed within one week after planting. In case of the early planting there is usually enough moisture pres. ent so that the ridzing may temporarily prove a benefit by enabling the soil to become warm. In case of the late planting all the moisture should be con. served, and this is best done by level. ing the ridges. Where the soil is pat urally too wet the ridges may be benefi cial in that they hasten evaporation and the consequent drying of the soil. —Frank H. Sweet, in The Epitomist. A GOOD FENCE GATE. Where the farm is divided into a number of fields it is often somewhat of a laborious task to pass from one field to another, and especially when animals are to be driven from one sec. tion to another of the farm. A gate such as is here described is easily placed in a section of any division fence, whether of wire, rails or boards. Arrange the point of opening so as td have firm corner posts, then make a gate four feet wide; a light post is set before the ends of the boards are cut if the gate is erected as a part of a board fence. Two strong strips are nailed on the gate portion and three strong strap hinges are fastened on thd boards where cut next to the post, Strong hooks and screw-eye serve as fastenings at the other end of the gate. It costs but little to arrange several o the handy gates about the farm and they will be found useful. The illus{ tration shows the idea clearly.—Indian{ apolis News. A LIVING DEATH, Vividly Described by a Citizen of Mera Falls, South Dakota. ‘Andrew Johnson, 411 West Twelfth 8t., Sioux Falls, 8, D,, says: “Doan’'s Kidney Pills saved my life, My doctor, from a careful analys sis of the urine and a diagnosis of my case, had told me I could not live six weeks. I was struck down In the street with kidney trouble, and for a whole year could not feave the house. 1 lost flesh, my eyes failed we, I bloated at times, my back hurt and I suffered a living death, There seemed no hope until I began using Doan’s Kidney Pills. Then I began to improve, The pain left gradually, the swellings subsided, I gained appetite and weight, and to make a long story, short, I got well!” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, NY, Xe” Given Special Significance, The Railway Age, a journal devot- ed to the technical and commercial side of railroading, recently publish- ed an article in which the charge is plainly made with reference to the operation of railroads, ‘there are too many wrecks.” It would have been worthy of attention coming from a publication covering general subjects but it is given special significance through its appearance in a periodi- cal without the slightest taint of sen- sationalism; one, indeed, character- ized by decided conservatism where its special field is involved.—Atlan- tic Constitution. How's This ? We offer One Hundred Dollars any case of Catarrh that cannot be Hall's Catarrh Cure, F, J. Crexey & Co,, Tol 0 ‘We, the undersigned, have known ¥, Cheney for the last 15 years, and believe his perfectly honorable in all business NSC tions and financially able to carry out an; obligations Wage by their firm. : Wes 3 Tauax, holesale Druggists, Ta edo, 0. Warpine, KINNAN & Manvin, Whole Druggists, Toledo, O. Hall’s Catarrh Cureis taken internally, act. ingdirectlyupon theblood and mucuoussu faces of the system. Testimonials sent free,! Price, 76c. per bottle. Sold by all Druggists. Take Hall’s Family Pills for constipation. RUSH EXPECTED Government Will Open the Shoshone Reservation to Settlers. We are promised a rush this sum=- mer that will far eclipse that to Klon~ dyke, or any other of recent years, when the Government opens up the ‘Wind River or Shoshone Reservation in Wyoming, June 15, 1906. There § no imagination so vivid and fantast as the gold hunter's, and for 20 yea the Western prospectors have bee filling each other with wonderful tales as to the richness uf the Sho$honé Reservation. The tales have ever reached Australia and Europe, and hungry gold-seekers from there willl be in the rush. The reservation lies very nearly in the center of Wyom ing, and has an area of 2,283 squa miles, and is bounded by the Xorf Fork of Wind River, Big /Horn River, Big Wind River and Owl Creek. It is undoubtedly rich in gold and cop- per, but equally without doubt it has only a small fraction of the wealth that the miners’ tales endow it with. DOG'S MONUMENT MUST GO Judge Prohibits the Burial of Animals in Cemetery. In an opinion replete with.reasons of a purely sentimental nature, Judge A. S. Swaratz of Norristown, deni®®. the right of anyone in Pennsylvania to inter domestic animals in grave- yards set apart for human beings, of to ailow a monument to be erected in a cemetery. He granted an injunc- tion to St. Peter's Evangelical church of North Wales, empowering the church to have Charles E. Bean re- move a monument from his family lot in the church yard. The subject has been in contro- versy here for several vears. At the request of the church counsel, Bean removed the dog's body, but erecteq a stone, with the inscription, ‘“O Pet,” over the spot where it had bee buried. DECAYED STARCH. A Food Problem. Xn ‘Asheville man tel¥§” haw righ food did that which medicines" hag failed to accomplish: ’ “For more than 15 years,” he says, “EF was afflicted with stomach trouble an@ intestinal indigestion, gas forming in" stomach and bowels and giving me great distress. These conditions were undoubtedly due to the starchy food I ate, white bread, potatoes, etc., and didn't digest. I grew worse with time," till, 2 years ago, I had an attack which the doctor diagnosed as appendicitis. When the surgeon operated on me, however, it was found that my trouble was ulcer ‘of the pancreas, instead of appendicitis. : “Since that time I have had several such attacks, suffering death, almost. The last attack was about 3 months ago, and I endured untold agonies. “The doctor then said that I woul® have to eat less starchy stuff, so I be- gan the use of Grape-Nuts food for I knew it to be pre-digested, and have continued same with most gratifying results. It has built me up wonder- fully. I gained 10 pounds in the first 8 weeks that I used Grape-Nuts, my general health is better than ever be- fore, my brain is clearer and my nerves stronger. “For breakfast and dinner, each, I take 4 teaspoonfuls of Grape-Nuts with cream, a small slice of dry toast, an egg soft boiled and a cup of Postum; and I make the evening meal on Grape-Nuts and cream alone—this gives me a good night's rest and I am well again.” Name given by Postum Co. Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason. 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