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THE SUNNY SOUTH.
The Rev. Mr. Davidson had an awkward
experience of bush life on Sunday. During
divine service at Runnymede, Victoria, a
voice in solemn tones pealed forth. "'Do
not move, Mr. Davidson; there's a snake
at your elbow.” The minister glanced
around and shuddered, for quite close
was a large snake, quietly coiled up. One
of the congregation seized a walking
stick, and after some confusion among
those present, succeeded in despatching
the reptile.
JACK THE INVENTOR
BY EDWARD STRATEMEYER.
Author of “Under Dewey at Manila," “A Young Volunteer in Cuba,”
“Young Auctioneers," “Richard Dare's Venture."
COPYRIGHT 1892 AND 1899 BY THE AUTHOR.
Chapter XVII.—Meg to the Reacme.
The last part of Mosey and Max Pool
er's conversation would no doubt have
greatly interested Jack and Mont had
they heard it, but the truth was that as
soon as they saw the two men preparing
to search the place they immediately
songht for some means to escape.
in one corner of the state room they
found a small door leading by a narrow
passage to what, for the want of a bet
ter name, may be termed the. forecastle.
Why it had been put there is'not appar
ent—except, perhaps, to allow a direct
communication between the captain and
the men. but nevertheless they used it.
and when Max Pooler spoke so sharply
to Mosey the two in hiding had again re
gained the deck and did not hear the
short quarrel that followed.
"Where to now?” asked Mont. “We
can't stay here, that's certain.”
"There is Meg with the boat!” ex
claimed Jack, pointing down the shore.
"Wonder if we can't get her to come
alongside without them linding it out?"
"We can try." replied the young man,
and taking out his handkerchief, he
waved it vigorously.
In an instant the young girl caught the
signal and came rowing up.
“Where are they?” she asked anxiously.
"Down below," replied Jack in a whis
per. “Don’t make a noise or they will
hear you."
"All right. Jump in, both of you.”
Mont and Jack were not slow in tak
ing her advice. Both scrambled over
the rotten rail and into the boat, which
fortunately was rather roomy.
"Shall I take the oars?” asked the
young machinist, who, though not an ex
pert, could still handle the oars fairly
well.
"Nope: I can row better’n either of
you. ‘ Off we go!" And with one quick
stroke this slender girl sent the craft far
out on the water.
Before she had time to take a second
stroke Max Pooler appeared upon the
deck closely followed by Mosey.
The surprise was great on both sides,
and tor an instant nothing was said or
done.
"Come back, Meg!” called out Max
Pooler, rushing to the rail as soon as he
had recovered from his astonishment.
"Come back, or it will be the worse for
you!”
"I'm goin' to row 'em over to the shore,”
replied the young girl. "It's just what I
started to do.”
The master of the island stamped his
foot In rage. “You little good-for-nothing.
Bring that boat back without another
word!"
Meg continued to row without replying.
"Do you intend to mind me?" screamed
Max Pooler.
Silence.
“If you don't, as sure as I live I'll shoot
you!" and he drew up his gun as he
spike.
'Hold up!" shouted Mont, fearful of
harm ciming to the girl. “We'll come
aboard."
“No. we won't!" put in Meg, with a
strong show of spirit. “I said I'd take
you to the mainland, and I’ll keep my
word, shoorin* or no shootin'!"
Max Pooler pulled back the hammer of
the gun he carried. Seeing the action.
Jack jumped up and placed himself di-
rectlv in front of the girl.
•Thanks." said Meg. “It's mighty good
of vou to try to save me, hut I don’t want
you to run such a risk. I've got to have
it out with him sooner or later, and now
is as good a time as any,” and she placed
herself again in range.
"Did you hear what I said?" called Max
Pooler, laming over to make himself
h-ard: "I'll give you just five seconds to
turn that "
Crack!
As I have stated, the guard rail on the
yacht was rotten, and under the unusual
weight, it gave way with a crash.
Splash!
The master of the island had lost bis
balance, and after vainly clutching the
air to save himself, had floundered into
the water and mud below!
"Hello!" exclaimed Jaek. ‘'There's an
accident that’s ducky for us."
"He'll have all he can do to take care
of himself." remarked Mont.
“Serves him right." put in Meg. with a
laugh. She had not taken the whole af
fair verv seriously. "Maybe it 11 cool
his blood."
The three saw Mosey rush to Max
Pooler's assistance, and then, without
waiting to see the outcome of the mishap,
the girl again bent to the oars, and sent
the boat flying onward.
"What do you intend to do?" asked
Jack of Meg. as they neared the shore.
"You ran t very well go back. I'll help
you if I can."
"I don't know." replied the young girl,
in perplexity. "I've had enough of life
over there."
"Suppose you go over to Parmer Far
rell's with us. I think he will board you
for a few days anyway, and in the mean
time you can And out what's best to do."
"I ain't got no money."
"We ll make that all right." replied the
young machinist. "But didn't Pooler ever
pay you anything?"
"Pay me? Don't catch him giving out
a cent if he can help it. All I got was
these duds—’em as was left when his wife
died."
“Not much, certainly,” put' In Mont,
surveying the tattered and patched dress.
“Other folks earn money, and I guess I
can. too, if I try,” continued Meg. as she
ran the boat up the accustomed beaching
place.
“Certainly you can.” declared Jack.
"And have a better living than you had
at the island." added the young man.
it was growing dusk when they stepped
ashore. Meg tied the boat fast and left
the oars on the seats, certain that the
craft would not remain uncalled for long.
It was but a short walk to Farmer Far
rell's place. They found him driving
home the cows, and on the doorstep,
joined by his wife, the two honest peo
ple listened to what Jack and Mont had
to say about themselves and Meg.
The girl stood In the background, much
of her former shyness having returned.
At the conclusion of her tale, Mrs. Far-
rel took her hand warmly.
“Poor child! you’ve had a hard time of
it, truly!" she said. "But you sha'n't
have any more trouble—at least, not for
the present. Eh, father?”
"No, we can keep her easily enough,”
replied her husband. “You want help,
Martha, summer coming on, with all the
extra work.
"And we’ll pay you, too,” continued
Mrs. Farrel.
"Oh, thank you!” exclaimed Meg.
"You’re real kind. Maybe I can’t do
things just right, but I guess I can learn,
and you needn’t give me a cent till I do.”
“Then, that's settled,” said Jack, some
what pleased at having the matter so
easily arranged.
“If only Pooler don't make me go
back."
"You say you’re no relation of his?”
asked Mont.
“Not's I know. He always called me a
pick-up.”
"Then just let him try It,” put in
Farmer Farrell, grimly. “I know the man
well. He pretends to own Blackbird is
land, but he hain't got no more title’n I
have.”
"And maybe I can get you a few dress
es from my sister, and—’’ began Jack.
"Well, there, by Jinks!” exclaimed
Farmer Farrell, Jumping up from the
step upon which he had been sitting.
"I almost forgot it, being so Interested in
your story. Your sister was here looking
for you.”
“Deb!” Jack was indeed astonished,
and so was Mont. "What did she want
here? Looking for me?"
“Yes; she’s had a terrible time. Your
model is stolen, and she’s been put out of
the house for not paying the rent.”
The news startled the young machinist.
In the excitement he had forgotten all
about Mr. Hammerby and the quit notice.
“Did she say where she had moved to?"
he asked, anxiously.
"No; she was In too much of a hurry.
She was frightened half to death on ac
count of your being missing.’
"No doubt of It. Poor Deb! Her
troubles are as bad as ours,” remarked
Mont.
"Which way did she go?” was the
young machinist’s question.
“Toward home again,” said Farrel. “I
wanted her to stay the worst way when
I found out who she was.but she wouldn't
Ihink of it.”
"Maybe we can overtake her,” suggest
ed Mont.
“We’ll try, anyway,” returned Jack.
He was much worried over the fact that
Deb had been compelled to vacate the
old home; and then he suddenly remem
bered that all of his money had been
stolen by Corrigan.
’’Without a home and without money,”
he thought dismally. “Well, thank God.
my life has been spared, and. as Deb said,
‘maybe it will all come out right in the
end.’ ”
Yrt his heart was by no means light,
as Mont and he set out for Corney.
Chapter XVIII.—Deb at the Mill.
The apartments which the kind-hearted
Miss Parks allowed Deb to have were
small but pleasant, and the bright sun
shine that strolled In the hack windows
did much toward brightening up Deb’s
naturally lively disposition.
By the aid of the energetic elderly
maiden the furniture from the former
Wlllington rooms was quickly set to
rights, a good part of It being stored In
the garret until—when?
Deb asked herself that question many
times as she sat on the edge of the bed.
after Miss Parks had gone below.
"If Jack was only here,” she sighed.
"Where can he have gone? I will never,
never believe he has run away, no matter
what Mr. Benton or the others say. Some
thing has surely happened to him.”
It was not long before she decided to
start on a regular search for her brother,
and going downstairs, she told Miss Parks
of her intention.
"Well. dear, do just as you think best.”
was that lady’s reply. “Where do you
intend to go?”
“I shall visit that farmer's place first.”
replied the girl. “Perhaps they can give
me some information.”
“I hope so. But have a cup of tea be
fore you leave.”
“Thank you: I really don’t care for it.”
"Oh. but you must.” insisted the good
lady. “It will do you a heap of good.
Just the thing to quiet your nerves.”
Rather than displease her friend. Deb
finally consented: and spent ten minutes
in the back parlor, sipping the elderly
maiden's favorite Young Hyson.
The girl was soon on her way. Farmer
Farrell was well known throughout the
district, and it did not take her long to
reach his place.
She was thoroughly dismayed to learn
that Jaefe had started for home at sun
down the day before.
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do next, she retraced her steps toward
Corney. She was in no hurry, and wan
dered in deep and painful contemplation,
to one side of the road.
Near the old mill she stumbled over a
bundle that lay in the grass near a tree.
Without thinking, she was about to step
over it, when something about the cloth
covering attracted her attention, and
picking it up, she was amazed to find that
it was Jack’s kit, wrapped in his overalls!
"How in the world did that get there!”
she exclaimed, and then turned deathly
white, as a horrible suspicion crossed
her mind. “Oh, it could never be! No,
no, no, no!"
She dropped the bundle and ran down
to the water’s edge. The spot was jjist
below the mill, and in a little cove where
the river was comparatively quiet.
Nothing was to be seen—nothing but
the sparkle of the sun, and the waving
shadows cast by the trees overhead.
"It’s awfully lonely here,” she said to
herself. “If Jack came here ”
She was startled to see the shadow of a
man close beside her. Looking up she
gave a slight scream as she recognized
the tall form of Corrigan.
She did not know that the man had
been watching her for some time, revolv
ing in his mind what he should say about
Jack if asked any questions.
He advanced to her with a smiling face,
ignoring entirely the way he had treated
her the previous evening.
“Got tired of waiting for Jack to get
back?” he asked.
Deb was too much alarmed to offer a
reply at once.
“Yes, I am." she stammered.
"Thought you would be. He ought to
have sent you word,” continued Corri
gan. ‘‘He sold the model I took, just as
I told you he would,” he added,
"Where is he?” asked the girl, thrown
off her guard by the villain's coo', man
lier.
“Around here somewhere. He’s been
here and to Redrock twice since yester
day-. He got the contract to fix up the
machinery in this old mill. The man w’ho
bought it wants the Job done as soon as
possible, so he .went right to work. I’m
helping him on the drawing. I'm a
draughtsman, you know.”
Deb did not know that Corrigan’s state
ment was purely fictitious.
“Where is Jack now?” she asked, turn
ing over the plausibility of the story in
her mind.
“Just went up the stream a ways, to
catch the true drift of the tide,” replied
Corrigan. "He thinks they will get more
power if the wheel is shifted around.
Better come In the place and wait for
h'm.”
Deb hesitated. In spite of all the man
was saying, she hated to trust him. Yet,
if he was speaking the truth certainly her
treatment of him the previous evening
had not been right at ail.
“There are some benches inside,” con
tinued the fellow. “Y’ou are tired, I can
see, and the rest will do you good. Jack
will land at the bottom room.”
Rather reluctantly Deb followed the
man into the building.
“Here you are,” he said, pulling a
bench from the wall, and motioning her
to a seat. "You must think I bear you
a grudge for what you did last night,”
he continued, pleasantly.
The girl sat down without replying.
The spot was near an open window, and
she strained her eyes to catch sight of
any craft that might be coming toward
the mill.
“Perhaps after all, it's all right, and
I'm a silly goose to be so worried,” she
thought. “It’s just like Jack to take hold
of the first job that comes to hand. For
all I know his silence may be caused by
his good luck.”
Yet when she remembered about being
turned out of their home, she concluded
it was a serious matter, and wondered
what her brother wo*Id say to that.
It was fast turning to twilight, and the
evening sun cast long, flickering rays
across the rapid stream. Had her mind
been tranquil. Deb would have enjoyed
the scene greatly, but now her one
thought was upon the boat she hoped
would speedily appear.
“Object to smoking?” asked Corrigan,
after a brief spell of silence.
"Oh, no; smoke as much as you please,”
replied the girl.
Corrigan filled his pipe, and lighting It,
sat down. He was by no means a dull
man. and to carry out his hastily formed
deception, he began to make a few appa
rent calculations on a bit of paper which
he had upon his knee.
He was waiting for Mosey to return
from Blackbird island. He expected that
his brother-in-law would see Max Pooler
and transact some private business that
Interested the three, and from which he
expected to receive a neat sum of money.
Several times Deb turned to wacch Cor
rigan.
"He seems sincere enough," she kept
saying to herself, yet at the bottom of her
heart her uneasiness Increased. The man
hardly knew what to do. On the Im
pulse of the moment he had detained Deb,
thinking th3t m some way he might make
her shield him from the punishment he
knew he richly deserved, yet now he was
not sure he could manage her.
A quarter of an hour—a very long quar
ter to Deb—passed.
“My brother ought to be In sight,” she
said. “He ought to stop working. It's
getting late.”
“Maybe he's struck a new Idea,” re
plied Corrigan. “You know he hates to
give up unless a point Is settled.”
Deb knew that this was true of Jack.
But might not her brother go straight
home without returning to the mill?
“1 oess I’ll go up the road to meet him.” I
she said, rising.
Corrigan stepped over to the door. “No;
jou must stay here,” he replied, de
cidedly.
“Why—why. what do you mean?” ex
claimed Deb. turning pale.
“I mean just this,” replied Corrigan, I
catching her by the arm. “you are my j
prisoner, and must do as I say.”
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wedding day to be named. Month was
added to month till three years were
marked in Time's calendar and still un
named was that day that should make
their happiness complete in the union of
hearts and fortunes and destinies. The
fair girl said ‘Not yet.' Many times his
entreaties were put aside. ‘I am too
young.' she urged.
"Another young lady, fair, brave and
strong, came Into the circle of their ac
quaintance. This young man from the
first liked her frankness. It did not take
a very long acquaintance for him to be
come a frequent visitor in her home and
onl3' an occasional one in the home of
his betrothed.
“Then soon the long engagement was
broken, and e’er the young moon grew
old our hero had plighted his life and for
tunes to his later friend. The day was
set and within a year from his declara
tion of love they were happily married.
Many ysars have passed and happiness
and success have attended their foot
steps. and their aims and purposes still
are one.
"But how sad and lonely the life drag
ged out by the one who might have been
happy had she never entered into a long,
indefinite engagement. Better far would
it have been had she withheld her hand
till she could have set a definite time for
the fulfillment of her promise. This is a
true statement of facts, and I can give
the names of the actors.
“I could give many iijptances that bear
testimony to the truth of the first state
ment of this article. I give one more
without giving the state.
"Two lovers were engaged, an indefinite
kind of an engagement. It seemed they
thought well enough of each other. They
thus went on for two years, when an
other young man came into the communi
ty. Two yesfrs of acquaintance and this
joung man’s heart was gone and he
very frankly told the young lady so. The
engagement that had lasted four years
was still indefinite, and so far as the
then existing conditions were concerned,
it seemed it might be prolonged four
more. The result?
"The long engagement was broken, the
new lover was accepted, the young lady
wore a new marriage ring, and in eight
months the marriage bells happily rang,
ar.d two earnest lives were joined In one.
Many, many years have brought their due
portion of happiness.
"Young people should never give their
promise of marriage till they know there
is a way to the speedy consummation of
the promise.
“This is one of the most sacred promises
any one can make, and it should be made
never to be broken. But to be enabled
to make it thus, never make it only after
a thorough acquaintance and when there
is no necessity for the wedding day to
be postponed longer than a year. One
year is a nice length for an engagement.
One should not marry an acquaintance
of only a few months. On the other
hand, never be a party to an engagement
of four or more years. It is a delusion
and a snare, and more hearts are wreck
ed on this rock than the world has e_ver
dreamed of.
“J. W. BECK.”
"Mansfield, Texas.”
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Craig Maxwell stood before his affianced
bride white and trembling, with cold,
beaded drops upon his brow,
-“My God, Helen, you do not—cannot
mean it.”
"Yes, Craig,” very sorrowfully and
earnestly, “I postpone our marriage ten
years. If you stand the test, then I am
yours—but not till then.”
“Ten years,” he gasped, “It Is a life
time.”
As well have talked to stone as for any
impression his words made on the beau
tiful, relentless girl at his side.
In one month they were to have been
married, but Crang in an evil moment
had yielded to the intoxicating cup and
had become involved in a drunken brawl.
In grief and mortification, he had con
fessed all to Helen, with reiterated prom
ises that the like should never occur
again. Helen had heard it all from other
lips. In solitude she had shed bitter
tears, but now stood firm as adamant.
Resisting all his passionate pleading, she
quietly adhered to her resolution.
“At least, Helen, promise me that you
will not marry another.”
”1 promise,” she answered, in low, calm
tones.
“May I seal that promise with a kiss?”
bending over her, with his dark, mag
netic eyes upon her face.
“No, sir. Lips so recently tainted with
intoxicating liquors shall not touch
mine.”
The day was warm and bright, but
Cratg was shivering uncontrollably. At
length he said quietly:
"Helen, I can but submit, since you will
it so, but I may come to you—we will
still be friends. And if sorrow comes to
you,” involuntarily he put out his hand.
She placed her slim white fingers in his
outstretched palm.
”Our engagement is not broken—our
marriage is only postponed.”
‘‘Only postponed,” he echoed bitterly,
and pressing her hand in both his own he
was gone.
She heard the gate latch click, and
bowed her head upon her folded arms and
struggled for composure. She had no
time to weep, for at that moment her
sick father was awaiting her care and at
tention. Upon her. as the sole remaining
member of the family, devolved the nurs
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household duties that occupied a large
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’•Helen.” said her father, as she en
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this morning?”
‘.‘Yes, father."
“Well, why couldn't he come In to see
me for a moment?” with an invalid's
querulousness. ‘‘I want to hear how the
election is going. And just a month from
today he will be my son-in-law. He
ought to remember that.”
Father, I—that is we—the marriage
has been postponed, father.”
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"For ten years.”
As if uazed Colonel Newton stared at
Helen.
“What, girl! Have you lost your
senses? Ten years. What man would
wait ten years?”
“Craig will, father.”
“Why, you are twenty-two now. Who
will want a bride of thirty-two, when
there are plenty of girls young and beau
tiful and not so obstinate? In ten years
Craig will be in his prime, and at the
height of his political fame. Yes, and
married, too. before then.”
Helen said nothing.
“Miss Perfection, you've just thrown
away the best chance of a lifetime, and
for what? Just because Craig happened
to drink a little too much the other
night.”
“It might happen again.”
“Well, what of that? All public men
indulge now and then, and Craig Max
well is no exception, but there is not a
superior man in the state. And I’d like to
know what's to become of you when I am
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“I can work.”
“Yes, and you can starve, too, I sup
pose. A woman's chances are powerful
slim. I can tell you.”
“Even that would be preferable to be
ing a drunkard’s wife.”
All arguments left Helen's resolution
unshaken. She would not listen to her
own heart's pleading, and was deaf to all
other entreaties.
Craig had gone straight home to his
widowed mother. When she saw his
white face she said:
“You are sick, Craig?”
“Yes, mother, with an incurable malady.
I am heart sick,” and a suppressed sob
shook his manly form.
“Is it about Helen?”
“Yes. She has postponed our marriage
for ten years.”
“Oh. well, she didn't mean it, and be
sides, if she does, there are plenty of
women who'd not ask you to wait ten
months, to say nothing of ten years.”
“You are worse than Job’s comforters,
mother, as if I eared about any other
woman beside Helen.”
“Well, then, wait,” answered his mother,
concisely.
"Yes, and I will be a man, too. I will
prove to her and to all the world that I
can resist temptation.”
His one weak point was an inherited
love for strong drink. At times he almost
resolved to give up public life in order to
shun temptation, but now he determined
to prove his manhood by plunging into
the thick of the fight and repelling the
enemy instead of cowardly fleeing from
his duties.
Already he had been asked to run for
mayor of the town, and that day he put
a card into the paper announcing himself
a candidate. He won the offlee, and it
proved a stepping stone to other more
prominent positions. Steadily he climbed
the ladder of political popularity, and
people began to predict great things for
the young lawyer.
Meanwhile Helen had become an or
phan, and had found her father's words
relative to a woman's position verified.
Only after long and persistent effort had
she obtained a position as teacher in the
public school.
Not once did she waver In her purpose,
however. Though the salary was small,
it sufficed to supply her'simple needs, and
her leisure moments were filled with
study. Craig, at first, had been too sore
over her persistent refusal to accept the
even tenor of her friendship, and a cool
ness had arisen between them, which suc
ceeding days did not decrease. He had
thrown himself into his work with such
zeal he had but little leisure, and she was
equally as bus} - . No one knew, but she
was earnestly pursuing a course of law
through a correspondence school, and
Craig was sometimes mystified to receive
just the Information he desired upon some
mooted question which always came when
he most needed it from some unknown
source. As political honors were thrust
upon Craig, many of his friends advised
him to give up his position—politics would
corrupt any man.
Such words recalled Helen's implicit
trust. “She alone believes in me,” he
thought. "Others say give up, but she is
patiently waiting for me to stand the
test, and how little I have appreciated
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Surely you are satisfied now as to what
the result will be. Not one drop of in
toxicating liquor has passed my lips since
that day. I feel that I have broken the
bonds and that I am free. Let us be mar
ried. Come with me to the capital. Y’ou
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"You forget: there are yet five years.”
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“And you may be free.” she said, stung
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ger.
"No, no,” he said, but she had left him
alone.
He scribbled a few lines hastily on a
slip of paper, twisted It through the ring
and left it lying on the mantel, where she
had placed It.
He hastened away to a brilliant enter
tainment at Maud Merrivale’s, where
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was made welcome by this petted daugh
ter of wealth, but ever before him was
the pale proud face of Helen. When
toasts were proposed and the beautiful
belle proffered him the glass filled with
red wine, forgotten was the struggle of
past years, and with a few gallant words
he raised the glass to his eager lips.
Again he seemed to hear Helen’s said
voice saying:
“Y'ou may be free from the old engage
ment.”
But he had not accepted his freedom,
and remembering the words he had left
for her to read, the glass slipped from his
trembling fingers. Its contents staining
the rich carpet and splashing Miss Merrl-
vale's costly dress of satin and lace.
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warm,” and with a brief adieu he made
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riage, he was soon at home.
"My will power is as nothing compared
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