THAT GERMAN GIRL. There was a twinkling of brown legs in the yellow dust of the chief street in the little New Jersey village, and a voice belonging to the owner of the legs shouted "Hey!" Alan, who had one foot on the step of the bus that was to take him and other ardent fishermen down to the landing, whence they would sail out to Barnegat bay, stood still. The brown legs bore down on Alan, and the boy above them thrust a tele gram into his hands. Alan tore it open and read: "Come to New York on the first train." "What's the matter?" asked Captain Wilkins.. "My uncle wants me to come to New York," said Alan. "I can't go out today. I'll catch the 10 o'clock train up." "Don't seem to mind getting dis patches no inore'n sif they's postal cards," remarked the captain, and two or three other hoys respectfully followed Alan as he hurried down the road to the hotel where he was spending the sum mer. It was a little after 1 o'clock when Alan walked into his uncle's office in Wall street and found that gentleman sitting at his desk and gazing abstract edly at nothing. "Glad to see you, my hoy," said his uncle as he heard his step. "In fact I'm very glad to see you." "What's wrong, uncle? Is it mamma?' "No, no; your mother's all right. It's I. I'm in a lot of trouble and maybe you can help me out. At any rate that's why I sent for you." "What's the matter? Failed?" "Failed! Of course not. Business is good enough. It's that girl." "Girl? Why, uncle, it seems to me you are getting pretty old" "Alan, it is one of the misfortunes of life in this age that there comes a time to every hoy when he thinks he is called on to say smart things. They are not smart, hut the hoy thinks they are. Tho girl I have In mind is not the kind of girl you mean. In fact she's a Dutch girl, or a German, or something of that sort." "Well, there are nice Dutch girls, aren't there?" "Oh, confound it; it's that girl out at the house—your mother's girl; the serv ant." "Why, what's she been doing?" "She's been talking Dutch." "Well, that's rather natural, isn't it?" "It's inhuman. She talks Dutch, hut doesn't understand it; at least when I talk it to her." "But I don't see what you want of me." "I'll tell j T ou. You've studied German in school, haven't you?" "Yes; one term." "Good. This is the way it is: Your Aunt Louisa is iu some sort of trouble— making jelly and it won't come, or broken her leg, or something serious. Anyway she sent for your mother in a hurry, and away she went. I told her not to worry about me. I used to knov a good deal of Germun, and I could get along with Marie, or whatever her name is, for a couple of weeks. But I don't j get along. I can't make her understand what I say, and she doesn't speak any kind of German I ever heard. We don't seem to chord, as they say in the orchestra." "And you want 1110 to help you talk to ! her and understand her?" "That's just it." "Well," said the hoy, "we'll both try her. I'll go over to the house and spend the afternoon studying my German grammar—all about 4 Haben sie meiue | mutter geselien?' and 4 1st das Ihr bru- | dor?! and that sort of thing. I want j some luncheon first, though." "All right," said uncle. "We'll go up to the Rathskeller and eat frankfurters and potato salad. There's nothing like laying a good foundation, and maybe we can pick up some hits of German fly ing around there." It was 7 o'clock that evening when Alan and his uncle descended to the dining room of their home. Alan car ried his grammar and his uncle a dic tionary in his hand. There was a trou bled, even anxious, look on the uncle's face, and Alan did not appear entirely at ease. They seated themselves at the table and presently Mario appeared hearing a tureen of soup. Thero was a troubled look on lier face, too—that is, as much of a look as ever comes to the face of a German servant girl. Subse quently Alau described it as the look of a tortured saint. "Guten abend," said uncle with cheer ful civility. "Guten abend," answered Marie with equal cheerfulness, as she Rat the tureen before him and then retreated. "Good start, undo," said Alan ap provingly. "I am glad, though, we didn't have to say anything about soup, for I couldn't find the word for it in my grain mar. You see, I came down to the kitchen this afternoon and nosed aronnd to see what we were going to have for Ainner, and I made a list of the things jind then looked up as many of them fto I could find in my grammar. But 1 couldn't find soup." "There are two words here," said uncle, after searching the dictionary. "I can't make out what one of them is, though it looks like 4 suhp.'" 44 Ess 00 ha pay," said Alan. "But the other is 4 suppe.' There's an 4 f' after it, and I suppose that means 'feminine.' Just why soup should he feminine I don't know, hut then no hu man being ever knew the reason of the genders in German." 4 'There isn't any butter on the table, uncle," said Alan. 44 1 like butter at din ner, even if it isn't good form." As he spoke ho reached over and touched the hell. "Great Scott!" said uucle, as Marie , appeared. "How are you going to ask for it? Do you know the word?" 44 1t must he somewhere here," said Alan, hurriedly turning over the leaves of his grammar. 44 You look too." There was a flutter of leaves on both sides of the table, and uncle cried "hot ter," only it's got the umlaut on the o's. "That's it. Marie, rnachen sie der— or is it die or das—machen sie der buttez ' hiermit." "Ach, ja," said Marie, and uncle said cordially, "That's good." 4 'You 'make you' everything in Ger man," said Alan; "hut I suppose 1 ought to have said, 'rnach du?'" "Yes, that's so. It's always 4 du' tc children and inferiors." "Or intimate friends," added Alan. "I don't suppose Mario is our intimate friend." "I have recently come to regard hei as my bitter enemy," said uncle thought fully, "though we seem to he getting 1 along all right." Alan rang the bell again, which seemed to alarm his uncle, but the hoy pointed to the soup plates and they wert removed. Then came a baked hluefish beautiful to look upon. "There isn't any lemon with it," said uncle. "I warn some lemon." "I don't know how you are going tc get it," said Alan. "There's lemonade here in the dic tionary," said uncle, consulting his book, "hut lemon is probably an en- j tirely different word, and I don't think lemonade would be very good on hlue fish, even if she knew how to make it. I'll have to go without it." There was a ring at the basement doorbell, and Marie was heard as she walked through the hall. Then there was a colloquy in which somebody with an Irish brogue seemed to be figuring. Uncle and Alan dropped their forks and waited results. Presently the door was closed; Marie made a detour through the kitchen and appeared in the dining room. "Ein inann," she said. "I knew that," said uncle. "Who is he? Wie is ter? What does he want?" "Was?" asked Marie. "Who is he? Is it a beggar, a—what's that word Alan? You know that comic opera." "Pinafore?" asked Alan. "Pinafore? No, what an idea! Dei Bay something—Bettelstudent. Ist ei ein bettelstudent—or bettel, I mean." "Ich verstehe nicht," said Marie. "Of course you don't," cried uncle. "You don't understand anything. That will do. Aus gehen." And uncle waved his napkin like a woman shooing hens. Marie fled, while uncle took up the carving knife and started to carve. "As usual," he remarked, "this knife is too dull to cut custard. She's got tc sharpen it." "Well, how on earth are you going to tell her?" asked Alan. "I don't know what 'sharpen' is." "I'll find it," said his uncle, opening the dictionary. "Just ring that hell." Marie appeared and waited while un cle ran over the leaves, muttering tc himself. "Ah, here it is! 'Scharfen.' You tell her to 'scharfen' the knife." "What's 'dull?' I've got to know that too." 44 4 Dull?' Let's see. It's any one of half a dozen things. Try 'abstumpfen. 1 That's the longest of the lot. 4 'Knife is 'messer,' said Alan. "I re member that, hut I've forgotten whether it's masculine or feminine. I'll compro mise on 'das,' which is neuter. 'Marie, das messer is—what's that word—ab stumpfen—das messer ist zu ahatump fen—abstumpfen. See?' " hacking at the roast as he spoke. 44 'Scharfen du'—J know that grammar is off, hut starving men can't talk grammatically— 'scharfen du das—das messer—scharfen—du ver stelin?'" Maria looked doubtfully from Allan to his uncle and then asked: 44 Was haben sie gesagt?" "What did I tell you?" groaned uncle. "That's just what she says to me, and 1 talk the very best kind of German to her. I'll get along with the knife some way. 4 Aus gehen,'" and again Maria was shooed out of the room. "Have you stopped drinking claret at dinner, uncle?" asked Alau, as he straightened out a ragged slice of beef on his plate. "I have Btopped doing everything I ever did," said uncle. "I don't dare to ask for anything, and I can't go down into the cellar for the claret, because there is a spring lock on the door, and if I shut myself in Wos-hahen-sie-gesagt wouldn't know enough to let me out. I tried to ask her for some mustard the other day and sho didn't understand. Then I said it was hot—moaning of course the stuff I wanted—and she oiened the window. I shook my head and said hot—or 'heizs'—over and over again and pointed to my mouth. She thought for a moment and then disap peared. I heard her hanging away at the refrigerator, and pretty soon she came in with a howl of cracked ice. I tell you, Alan, that girl will drive me crazy." "Why wouldn't it he a good scheme for us to teach her English?" "Teach her English! Good heavens, we can't teach her anything. I shudder at the thought of speaking to her. Say, how would you like to have some ice cream tonight?" "Tiptop. But there isn't any in the house, and we couldn't make her under stand if we tried to send her out for some." "She'd probably bring hack soap. No, when we finish this we will just sneak Out—l think we can get out without her knowing it—and we'll go down to Man hattan Beach and finish our dinner there With ice cream and coffee." "But what shall we do about break fast? We've got to tell her about that." "We 11 stay down there all night and get breakfast there in the morning. And, by the way, I don't think it hardly fair that your vacation should he spoiled, and I think you had better go hack to New Jersey tomorrow. I'll get along some way till your mother returns." How uncle got along may be under stood from this extract from the letter to Alan's mother that he wrote tho next day: "It's dreadfully hot here and Marie has been looking far from well. So I have taken the liberty of giving her two weeks' vacation with pay, and she's gono into the country to visit her married sister. She understands that she has not been discharged. I'll sleep at the house. Everything is going all right." —Columbus Press. SHE CHARM OF GERMAN WOMEN. It IH Only in Tills Country That They llecelve Their Full Development. German women come honestly by their charm. At a time when the Eng lish, French aiul Italian women com manded scant respect they were vener ated and placed not on equality, but on a superior plane to men. He who beat a woman was punished twice as severely as if he had beaten a man. He who wronged a woman was executed, unless the woman chose to save him by becom ing his wife; when she declined, not only did the wrong doer expiate his crime with his life, but the house where he lived was torn down and every liv ing creature in it, to the very cattle, was put to death. German girls married late—generally after rather than before twenty; and it may be inferred that their spinsterliood was dull from the fact that the German word for a wedding is hochzeit—a high old time. But they brought 110 dowry to their husbands, except perhaps a knife or a spear, and for three days after the wedding a sharp sword sepa rated wife from husband in the nuptial couch. Notwithstanding the sword the husband gave her 011 the morning after the marriage a present called a mor gangsbe, from which word the present , "morganatic marriage" is derived. The women fought in the wars by the side of their husbands, and were thus inured to exposure and fatigue. Wid ows never remarried; the German phrase ran, "As a woman has but one body and but one soul, so she can have but one husband." Perhaps these reminiscences of the ancient Germans may help us to understand the loyalty and beauty and charm of German women today. It is only in this country that the j modern German woman 'receives her full development. 011 her native heath she is less attractive than the English woman, or the French woman, or the American. She is so impressive an ex ample of immaculate virtue that she op presses other people with a conscious ness of their own depravity, and they shrink out of sight of such spotless propriety. Vasili does imply that la dies of the court at Berlin sometimes condescend to desipere in loco—which may be freely translated by saying that they are equal to a flirtation in a back parlor when the lights are out. But Vasili's prejudice is notorious. According to the memoirs of Alice of Hesse, so much starch goes to the outfit of a German lady of fashion that un bending is impossible, and her views are confirmed by the statements of poor Caroline Bauer in her autobiography. At Berlin they have a proverb which is equivalent to our "Be good, and you will be happy." A French scoffer re torted that, from what he had seen of German happiness, he would like to try a little misery byway of a change, but then the breech between Germans and French is flagrant, and the members of one nation cannot figure as impartial judges of the other.—San Francisco Ar gonaut. Hard on the Among the bylaws of the new "Pio neer club," established in London for ladies, is one that sounds extremely se vere. It runs as follows: "Children, servants and gentlemen can only be ad mitted to the waiting room, ani can on no account be allowed to enter the club rooms." One almost suspects a touch of satiric humor in placing "gentle men" after children and servants. Is it an intentional paraphrase of "women, children and idiots?" This view of the matter is strengthened by perusal of the names of the ladies on the general committee of the club. Lady Harbor ton leads, as she is entitled to do, not only by reason of her rank, but because of the well known strength of her opin ions on the woman question. She is followed by Mrs. Eva McLa ren, Mrs. Rose Mary Crawsbay, Miss Sharman Crawford, Mrs. Oscar Wilde and Mrs. Frank Snoad, all of whom have identified themselves for years past with the same great cause. The object of the club, as stated in the rules, is to further every movement for the ad vancement and enlightenment of wom en, and the sole qualification for mem bership is "an active personal interest in any of the various movements for wom en's social, educational and political ad vancement." Slie Killed a I'll lit hr with un Ax. Mrs. Susan Neal, seventy years old, who lives with her son on a ranch in Maverick county, killed a full grown panther with 1111 ax. She was out in the yard when some animal rushed by lier which she thought was a dog until she turned aronnd and saw a full grown panther in a small tree near tapr. She called two dogs, but one of them ran away. The other saw the beast and made a dash for it. The panther sprang out of the tree and ran toward a pen where a number of kids were confined, but just as ho sprang on the fence the dog caught liim and they began fighting. The other dog now returned and took a hand in the fight. Mrs. Neal seized an ax, and when the dogs distracted the panther's attention she dealt it a blow on the head which Ituuned it and allowed her to strike a fatal blow.—Texas Cor. Chicago Herald. How She Wean Her Hair, j Hardly a woman wears her hair en tirely plain. She may not be given to puffing and waving and curling the locks themselves, hut she is very apt to intro duce some sort of ornament into it. Bandeaux are very popular, and come in gold, silver and tortoise shell, as well as lin ribbon to match the gown. Then there is un especially elaborate piece of network of gold and pearls called the Mary Stuart coif, which is worn over the loosely coiled hair, but is rather expen sive for the woman of moderate means. Very pretty braidsin silver, with high, crownlike fronts cut in long, slender points, and either burnished until they j shine like diamonds or left dull, are be coming to all faces, and need no special J arrangement of the hair, as they sit well I on the head, whether it is arranged high or low. —New Vork Letter. Those Dreadful Freckles. They seem to trouble nine girls out of every ten, and I am sure I do not know why. In the first place, the girl who has a freckle or two on her face announces to ! the world at large that she uses neither paint nor powder. Then, too, she tells that she has been living in that best of all things—the sunshine. But somehow the freckles trouble her; her sweetheart thinks they are rather pretty, but she 1 does not agree with him. and she is al -1 ways asking, "What will take away the freckles?" Well, my dear girl, if you ; got them a week ago, or a month ago, or Rome time during the summer, the ' juice of the lemon, with a teaspoonful of borax in it, dabbled on them will 1 cause them to disappear—that is, if you apply this treatment regularly, not if ' ; you put it on tonight and forget it the three nights more to follow. Sometimes, if they have only just come, a few drops of benzoin, put in the water until it gives it a milky look, used for a few days, will cause them to dis appear. And, by the bye. a very nice 1 woman wrote and told me that she could not get benzoin at any drug shop in town. Well, just let her tell the chemists them selves that they keej) a very poor stock of goods when they have not that. Five | or six drops of it in % basin of water will i make it look like skiminilk, and make I it smell like the fir or cedar trees, while ; it will cool a sunburned face and give 1 what doctors call "tone" to the skin, j But, my dear girls, I do not want you to I ! bother about the freckles, They are i really r t worth it. Instead, make up I I your nil.id that they are sun spots, put 1 on your face to tell the world of the 1 | sunny disposition that you have, and of | the glad spot that you make at home. | —New York Commercial Advertiser. She Ktoppod the Train, j Fern Bluff, it prospective city on the I Great Northern a few miles west of ! Sultan, has a heroine in the person of Miss May Feak. She is a modest school girl ahout sixteen years of age and re sides with her parents upon a ranch close to town. The recent rains had caused a drain to clog which carried away the surface water from a hillside cut past which the young miss walked on her way to and from school. On approaching the place she noticed that the rain of the previous night had washed out the sandy soil from beneath the rails for a distance of ten feet, leaving them suspended over a pit several feet in depth. She knew a construction train was due about that time and instead of proceeding waited to signal it. A large number of cars of material, and having COO men aboard, soon came in sight. The engineer looked ahead,, saw the signal and stopped the train be fore reaching the danger point. He leaped from the cab, thanked the yonng lady and inquired her name. She ac- I knowledgod the- thanks, but turned im mediately and went her way, leaving the men to wonder and to repair the damage. Subsequent inquiry was made by the road officials, and the modest young wo man was promised a life pass over the . Great Northern.—Cor. Seattle Press- Times. Fashion Makes Women Cosmopolite. A young lady who had traveled in Finland, and who had a dear friend there, asked, out of curiosity, in a letter which she wrote to her friend last sum mer, what the Finnish girls were wear ing, and received an answer to this effect: "The girls in Finland have a very pretty costume this year. It consists of a blue serge skirt and blazer, a silk shirt and broad brimmed sailor hat. Many, many girls wear this costume. I see them in it passing in front of the house as I write." Tlio American girl smiled. What a commentary on the universality of fash ions at the end of the Nineteenth cen tury! Undoubtedly the girls in the state of Washington, and the colony of Brit ish Columbia and in Honolulu and Mel bourne were wearing the same bine suits and sailor hats that the girls in Helsingfors and St. Petersburg were, and when they got out of a car probably they smoothed them down at the small of the back with the back of one hand in exactly the same way. That movement, by the way, is the most universal and characteristic ges ture of the present day; it is much more habitual even than sitting on the foot or putting both hands at the back of the head to see if the hair is coming down. —Boston Transcript. GJuice for Winter Use. | Grapes should he very ripe to give the j fine flavor unrivaled by any other fruit, j The dyspeptic will find grape juice the most delicious and cooling of all drinks, while the sick person, no matter what j her ailment, will find both nourishment and coolness in this drink, particularly adapted to the needs of the fever pa i tient. It is also delicious for luince pies and sauces. Nothing could be nicer to j serve with cake at a calling reception. The methods of preparation are: Pick grapes from stems, look over carefully j and wash in cold water. Pack in 8-inch layers of white sugar. When the j jar is full tie over the mouth of it a thick cloth, after which cover with pa ! per. Place in a cool place in the cellar. When used, strain through a wire strainer. Ready for use at Christinas, j Pick and wash grapes. Cover with 1 water in a porcelain vessel. Boil until 1 ; thoroughly cooked. Strain tho juice ; through a jelly cloth, sweeten to taste, heat again and put up in airtight glass 1 jars.—Housewife. L I On. Oldest Actresses. ' | Tho oldest living American actresses i are Clara Fisher Maeder, horn in 1811, s ; and Mrs. John Drew, who is seven years ■ \ younger. Mrs. Drew appeared on the Btage a babe of .nine months and' has , ' acted ever since. Mrs. Maeder was on ■ i the stage from 1817 to 1889, and thou • j went into retirement. Mrs. Hannah ! Birrell, who died ill San Francisco a 1 few days ago at the age of seventy-four, I I was a prominent actress in that city i | many years, and was Booth's first Ophe lia in California. GEMS IN VERSE. Ptfalm of the Haldheads. Tell me not in merry accent* That I have an unthatched roof. Tin the hairy head that lacks sense— baldness is of thought a proof. Hair is vulgar, hair is useless. And to brush and comb a bore. Making life but dull and juiceless; I need brush and comb no more. Not for wiso men matted hair is, black or brown or red or fair; Let the savage of the prairies Waste his time in raising hair. Lifo is short and hairs are numbered. And though dies are hardly borne. Still at night I've always slumbered When the nightcup 1 have worn. In the world's broad field of battle. Who'd be at the barber's call. Listening to his tiresome tattle? better bare as a billiard bull. Fear no futuro, baldheadod brother. You were bald in infant days; Crave not hirsuto on another— Bruin it is, not hair, that pays. Lives of great men all remind us That our smooth and polished pates Loave all hairy heads behind us— Lot us thank tho favoring fates! Footprints of Old Time's fleet walking No ono sees on our smooth crowns; Mind no more tho idle talking Made by anxious mopbead clowns. Let us, then, O hairless brother! Proudly through life's pathway roll; Wo remember that dear Mather Earth is barren at the pole. Lines to a Skeleton. Behold this ruin! Twas a skull. Once of ethereal spirit full. This narrow call was Life's retreat. This space was Thought's mysterious seat. What beauteous visions filled this spot! What dreams of pleasure long forgot! Nor Hope nor Love nor Joy nor Fear Has loft ono trace of record here. Beneath this moldoring canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye; But start not at the dismal void— If social Love that eye employed; If with no lawless fire it gleamed, But through the dews of kindness beamed. That eye snail be forover bright When stars and sun are sunk in night. Within this hollow cavern hung Tho ready, swift and tuneful tongue; If Falsehood's houoy it disdained. And when it could not praise was chained; If bold in Virtue's cause it spoke. Yet gentle concord never broke, This silent tongue shall plead for thee When Time unveils Eternity. Say, did these fingers delve the mind? Or with its envied rubies shine? To hue tho rock or wear the gem Can little now avail to them. But if the page of truth they sought. Or comfort to tho mourner brought. These bauds a richer meed shall claim Than all that wait on Wealth or Fame. Avails it, whether bare or shod. These feet the paths of duty trod? If from the bowers of Eaao they fled To seek Affliction's humble shed? If Grandeur's guilty bribe they spurned. And home to Virtue's cot returned, Theso feet with angels' wings shall vie And tread the palace of the sky. Woman's Rights. A right to tread so softly Beside the couch of pain; To smooth with gentle Augers - The tangled locks again; x To watch beßido the dying In wee small hours of night. And breathe a consecrating prayer When tho spirit takes its flight. A right to cheer tho weary On the battlefields of life; To give tho word of sympathy Amid the toil and strife; To lift the burden gently From sore and tired hearts. And never weary of tho task Till gloomy euro departs. A right to be n woman In truest woman's work— If life should be a hard one. No duties ever shirk; A right to show to others How strong a woman grows; When skies are dark and lowering. And life bears not a rose. A right to love one truly And be loved back again; A right to share his fortunes Through sunlight and through rain; A right to be protected From life's most cruel blights By manly love and courage- Sure these nro woman's rights! —Sadie Gilliam buird. Old John Ilenry. t Old John's jest made o' the commonest stuff- Old John Henry— He"* tough, I reckon—but nono too tough— "Too much, though, 's better than not enough!" Says old John Henry. He does his best, aud when his best's bad He don't fret none, nor he don't get sad; Ho simply 'lows it's the best ho hud- Old John Henry. His dootorn's Jest o' tho plainest brand- Old Johu Henry— "A smilin face and a hearty hand 'S a religion 'at all folks understand!" Says old Johu Henry. He's stove up some with tho rbeum&tfs. And they han't uo shine on tliem shoes o' his. And his hair han't cut, but his eye teeth Is old John Henry. He feed hisse'f when the stock's all fed- Old John Henry— And "sleeps like a babe" when he goes to hod, "Aud dreams o' heaven and homemade bread 1" Says old John Henry. Ho an't refined as he ort to be To fit the statutes of poetry, Nor his clothes don't fit him, but he fits me— Old Johu Ilenry. -James Whiteomb Hi ley. Life. What is life? The incessant desiring Of a joy that is never acquired, And Instead of that joy the acquiring Of enjoyments that are not desired. —Owen Meredith. Truth crushed to eurth shall rise again; Tho eternal years of God are hers; But error, wounded, writhes in pain And dies among his worshipers. —Rrvaut. Too Cheap. Some people value a pet grievance far above money or anything which money can buy. A good many years ago there lived in Washington a United States naval officer who thought himself un justly treated by the naval retiring board and made incessant complaints about it to his brother officers. "Well, Sam," said one of his friends, who was a little worn out by hearing the same story over and over, "why in the world do you submit to it, if it is BO? There is a man here who will investi gate it for twenty dollars and may cor rect it." "What!" ejaculated tho complaining officer, whose reasoning powers had evi dently become a little confused through meditation on his wrongs. "Do you sup pose for one instant that I would take twenty dollars for a grievance like this? You don't know inel"—'Youth's Com panion. CASTOR IA tj^\y\m\\m\a\\m\\\\mm\\\^^^^ for Infants and Children. "Castoria is so well adapted to children that I recommend it as superior to any prescription known to me." 11. A. AIICHKR, M. D., j 111 So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. "The use of 'Castoria' is so universal and its merits so well known that it seeins a work of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the intelligent families who do uot keep Castoria within easy reach." CARLOS MAKTYN, D.D., New York City. 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