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i i t passenger’s seat PETROL * OIL TANKS SlOe CURTAIN fixes /VERTICAL SIDE l CURTAIN Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. W ’HAT do you think we’d bel ter pet for mother?” de manded Warren. What'd you take her from London la.‘»t year?” “A chlfTon scarf—don’t you remem- bert And T don’t believe ehe’s ever worn It.” “How about a pood umbrellaV Helen smiled. Warren always sug gested an umbrella. It was his stock solution for any ’’gift” problem. dear, you gave her one for her birthday—and your mother never goes out unless the weather’s perfect. She has three or four umbrellas that I don’t think she's ever unrolled.” "What about (’arrle?” Thought of anything for her?” Helen made a gesture of despair. "Dear, I don't know—I never know what to get her And your father— If you’d only helj* me select some thing for him!" "Now look here, I said I’d go with you to get something for mother and Carrie—hut that’s all. Why on earth did you put this off till the last min ute? You should have had all these things bought days ago." “I know I should," apologetically, "but lt’» so hard to decide on pres ents. And I kept thinking I might see things I’d like better.” “What’s all that. A list?” as Helen unfolded a. slip of paper she had taken from her purse. “You’re not going to take something to all those people ?” "Dear. I'll HAVK to! They'll expect some little thing." “Well, I’d let ’em expert.” jmapped Warren, .is they now got off the, bus. "It's a blame nuisance having to cart a lot of truck back every time we .come abroad." Warren Determined. A few moments later they were making their way through the crowd ed aisles of the Hon Marche. War ren was striding ahead with the grim determination of getting something for his mother and Carrie—and get ting It quick. "They’ve got the greatest lot of junk In these stores.” he muttered, frowning around at the enormous quantity of fancy and rsther tawdry articles that are always displayed on the first door of the Purls shops. “Here." pausing before a large coun ter of handbags. "How about a hand bag for mother?” The salesgirl began eagerly to show him the bags. "Too cheap. Not good enough.” crit icised Warren, feeling the stiff, shiny leather. “Oul, our, monsieur,” taking out a ; trav of more expensive ones. "No—no, none of these llxlYigs,” as i the girl opened a fitted bag to display j the tiny’ powder puff mirror and scent bottle.. “This Is for nn old lady; she 1 don’t want all that foolishness. Let’s see a good, plain bag.” The girl did not understand Eng- j ( Hah, but she saw he objected the j fittings and now brought out a plain black beg of the finest seal. "That’s not bad.” and Warren glanced at the price tag “Sixty francs What’d you think?” turning to Helen. “Oh, did you want to get anything so expensive,” anxiously, for she had not thought of paying over 25 francs for bts mother’s present. "Well, I’ve got no time to shop around. Couldn't get a good bag for less than twelve dollars anyway. All right, we’ll take that,” shoving It ’ toward the girl. As Helen was to get the other pres ents here, they decided to have a shopping card, so everything would be pent together. “Why not get Carrie a hag, too, while we’re at it? Save time.” “Oh. no—no, hastily, fearing he would pay another twelve dollars for Carrie's present. “I think she has a good bag. If you haven't time, dear. I’ll try to get her something.” “All right.” with evident relief, get her an umbrella if you can’t think of anything else. Now. which way do 1 get out of here” looking helplessly around the bewildering aisles crowded Arlth women shoppers. Helen steered him toward one of the entrances, and he hurried •o-ff with a brief. Warren Leaves. "Take care of yourself. I’ve got a lot to do to-day—may not get In until seven.” As Warren's tall swinging shoul ders ditnppeared through the crowd Helen turned back to her shopping with a weighing sense of responsi bility. Thev were sailing Wednesday, and she MUST get everything to-day. After almost an hour’s wandering through the shop she finally decided on a fine hand-embroidered collar for Carrie, and a dalntv boudoir cap for Warren's younger sister, Edith For her own mother, nhe bought a black silk shirtwaist. Then she rami across a bargain counter of gloves, real French kid reduced to .1 francs, 60 cents, and for everyone whose size she knew—she bought gloves. Non-Collapsible Aeroplane—A Wonderful Invention The Items on her shopping card were counting up alarmingly. Over $30—It seemed a great deal to spend on presents. It was almost 3 before Helen stopped, too tired to drag heraelf on. There were still five names not marked off on her list. Hut she would be sick if she did not stop to rest and have some lunch. She made her way out of the store, trying to think where she would go for lunch. There were several hotel restaurants near, but they would be expensive, and Just now Helen felt very poor She had spent so much on presents that she felt she ought to economize on her lunch. Turning a corner ehe found herself In a IItie back street, narrow and winding. It was an unexpected bit of “Old Paris” In the very heart of the city. The shops wore small and quaint. Helen paused in front of what looked like an old tavern. A stout, comfortable-looking wom an was sitting In the doorway, beside her lay a big maltese cat. Beyond Helen caught a glimpse of white- clothed tables, a Hawdusted floor. From the glare of the sun-baked street the place looked dark and cool and restful. Everything Spotlessly Clean. The woman smiled and nodded as Helen entered hesitatingly. There was a bar at the back, hut the two waitresses were reassuring, and every thing was spotlessly clean. It was certainly cheap. Not an Item on the dim, violet-ink written menu tfver one franc. The onlv dish Helen recognized was “Artichauf ” for that was almost the same as In English. But It was only 40 cen times, 8 cento—could an artichoke be good at that price?” Under the entrees was “Orvelle au beurre nolr.” The “au beurre nolr” Helen knew’ miant “with brown but ter.” but what was “Cervelle?” She pointed to the word and the waitress tried to explain In rapid French.- But Helen still looked blank. | Then, with a gleam of Inspiration the j girl tapped dramatically on her fore head. Rralne! Helen broke Into an « appreciative laugh as the meaning I dawned on her. The waitress, much pleased at her own cleverness, went off smilingly with the order for artichoke, and calves’ brains. The brains, delicately browned In butter, were served flfist. with a half pint bottle of claret, the order for which the girl took for granted. Then the artichoke was served cold, as a salad, with a delicious* Mous seline sauce. As Helen ate it slowly, leaf by leaf, and sloped the claret, she felt she was really resting. There was an atmosphere of peace, quiet, and restfulness here, that nhe could not have found in the glitter of the big hotel restaurants. The whole luncheon, including the claret, was only 1 franc-90—3.8 cents! The waitress took the change and her tip with a smiling, "Mercl. mercl, mndnme!” And Helen left w’ith a very kindly feeling toward this cualnt little place. Very Trying. The glare of the street seemed even more trying after the quiet and cool darkness, and she dreaded to return to .the Killing, crowded store. But there were still several presents to get, so reluctantly she made her way back to the Bon Marche. When she finished it was almost .5. Wearily, she took the bus to the hotel, with h troubled sense of having upent a good deal of money—and hav ing very little to show for It. Already she was beginning to worry over her selections. The cane she had "bought for his father—after all he had so many canes. And why had she chosen a boudoir cap for Edith, who was so clever In making such things herself. And the drenser scarf for Mrs Stevens—it did not seem enough to take her. And what HAD possessed her to buy a traveling work box for Aunt Mary—who never trav eled ? For the rest of the evening Helen w’orriod herself almost sick over the presents. Whatever she had bought she wiMhed now she hau bought some thing else. Why should she feel compelled to take bnck a lot of presents from every trip? she thought rebelUously. Surely the extra expense of traveling were heavy enough without this add ed strain on their purse. The next time— But Helen knew in her heart that the next tjme would be just the same. She would spend the same time and money taking bark thing?* to the "folks at home.” And whatever she took, she would feel, and THEY would feel, that It should have ueen "something differ ent” or "something more." SEEING THINGS Worth It. "Prisoner at the bar." said the Judge. "is there anything: you wish to say before sentence is pas-ed upon you ?" "No. my lord, there Is nothin' 1 ('are [ to say; hut tr you'll clear away the ’ tables and ehalre for me to thrash - my lawyer, you can give me a year I or two extra.” HERE ARE PICTURES OF THE MOST WONDERFUL AER OPLANE IN THE WORLD. THIS AEROPLANE IS TO- THE AIR WHAT THE LIFE BOAT IS TO THE SEA IN OTHER WORDS, IF TURNED OVER IT IMMEDIATELY RIGHTS ITSELF! THIS MACHINE HAS BEEN INVENTED, TRIED OUT SUC CESSFULLY AND IS BEING BUILT BY LIEUTENANT DUNNE, OF THE BRITISH ARMY. IT HAS TWICE FLOWN SfflYCh UfeOTir Rl MOVEABLE CONTROLLING ACROSS THE ENGLISH CHAN NEL. THE MACHINE IS CON TROLLED SIMPLY BY TWO LEVERS WHICH WORK A FLAP AT EACH END Of THE WINGS. THE BIPLANE IS AS AUTOMATICALLY STABLE AS ANYTHING YET PRODUCED. IT FINDS ITS OWN “BANK,” IT CAN NOT DO A NOSE DIVE OR A SIDE SLIP, AND MANY OF THE GREATEST AUTHORI TIES PREDICT THAT THIS IS THE TYPE OF MACHINE OF THE NEAR FUTURE. THE INVENTOR HIMSELF ADMITS THAT IN ITS PRES ENT STAGE IT IS CAPABLE OF CONSIDERABLE IMPROVE MENT; YET ONE CAN EASILY APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT WHEN HIS IDEALS HAVE BEEN REALIZED A VERY GREAT ADVANCE WILL HAVE BEEN MADE. IN ITS PRESENT FORM THE CHIEF OBJECTION TO THE DUNNE MACHINE IS THAT IT IS HEAVY AND COMPARATIVE LY SLOW. BUT IT UNDOUBT EDLY FULFILS THE INVENT OR'S CLAIMS TO AUTOMATIC STABILITY. THOSE CLAIMS ARE THAT THE MACHINE CAN NOT BE TURNED OVER TO A DANGER • • • • Cupid in an Auto .:. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. OUS ANGLE IN THE AIR, AND THAT ANY ONE WITH SUFFI CIENT SENSE TO DRIVE A MOTOR CAR CAN DRIVE IT. IT IS NECESSARY TO REAL IZE THAT ANY WELL-DE SIGNED MODERN AERO PLANE WILL RIGHT ITSELF IF BLOWN OVER SIDEWAYS BY A GUST, PROVIDED IT HAS ROOM TO FALL AND STRAIGHTEN OUT AFTER WARD. THE POINT ABOUT THE DUNNE IS THAT THE SAME GUST THAT BLOWS IT UP ON ONE SIDE PASSES ON AND BLOWS IT UP ON THE OTHER SIDE AS WELL; SO THAT, INSTEAD OF ROCKING WILDLY FROM SIDE TO SIDE AND DROPPING A CONSIDER ABLE DISTANCE BEFORE IT RIGHTS ITSELF, THE DUNNE MACHINE ROLLS GENTLY AND RISES AND FALLS AL MOST ON AN EVEN KEEL. CONSEQUENTLY THE PILOT DOES NOT HAVE TO FLY THE MACHINE; HE MERELY DI RECTS IT. THE DIFFERENCE IS VERY MUCH THAT BE TWEEN A RACING SKIFF WHICH HAS TO BE BAL ANCED BY THE OCCUPANT AND A LIFEBOAT WHICH BALANCES ITSELF. Whether opera glu: Kryptok through a Held glass, tlesropes or a pair of ‘glasses- he sure they qual- are from “Moore's." "M ity is our watchword. "We sell everything to see with." Jno. L. Moore di Sons, expert opticians. 42 North Broad street. Mixed in Her Dates. He—Do you love me, darling** She—Yes. Jack dear. Jack! You mean Harold, don't H I you? She -Of course! How absurd - j am! I keep thinking to-day’s Sat urday. The Best Food-Brink Lunch at Fr ins PBisim GENUINE WT Insist Upon HORLICK’S Avoid Imitations—Take No Substitute More healthful than tea or coffee. Agrees with the weakest digestion. Keep it on your sideboard at home. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. For infants, invalids and growing children. Pure nutrition,upbuilding the whole body. igorates nursing mothers and the aged. (Copyright. 1913, by Anna Katharlns Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT •• 'You are in a frightful position. I see that. You have married Dr. Cameron and are expecting his presence every moment at the door. If she is seen, you are lost, for you could not bear a com parison with her. point for point, how ever perfectly you carry off her appear ance when alone. What then is to be done? I can see but two alternatives. Either acknowledge the whole and re lease the doctor—a course I certainly should advise—or you must trust me with this body to dispose of as 1 think fit.’ " ‘I can not tell Dr. Cameron,’ was my answer. I have married him and I mean to live with him. He would wish it If he knew. He loves me and there is no Genevieve now I hurt no one by my action and I save everybody from deep a»M lasting pain.' "His Up stern as Iron, just quivered for a moment as if be denied this last assertion, but he said: " 'Listen. then. I will help you. Mil dred because, hard-hearted as I am, I pity you. When you are gone—you are going on a wedding journey, I pre sume ” "I nodded. •* *1 will carry Genevieve out, secretly if I can. openly if 1 must, and putting her In my phaeton drive her to Mrs Olney’s house. My driver Is with me but I will dismiss him, and by taking every precaution possible to avoid observation. I may succeed in getting away from the house unnoticed. If I do, I will say she took poison on the route: If I do not, that she is 111. and that I, being a phy- ( siclan and her engaged husband, 1 am 1 taking her home. In either case I shall declare her to be Mildred Farley, and to this story 1 shall cling till you your self inform me that your husband know’s the truth and that it Is useless to per sist in the lie any longer. Do you un derstand me, Mildred?’ "I signified that I did. and he went on. " *1 think 1 can manage It so that you will be saved from all inquiries If I do not. remember that you are Gene vieve Oretorex, and play your part well. Now. where is the bottle from which she look the acid?" “I showed him, and he picked it up and put It In his pocket. He had hardly done this when 1 heard my hus band’s rap. " ’Put out the light.' he motioned. ’And keep him out of the room at all hazards,’ he added, in the lightest of whispers. "1 did as he bid. and succeeded in getting another moment alone with him. “ 'Have you her veil?’ he asked. "I had not, and knew not where to find it. " *1 must have one.’ he said, ‘to throw over her face.' "I tossed him the one I had intended to wear myself. He took It. and I has tened to gather up my own clothing and leave the room. "When I went back again, it was with Peter. Remembering that Dr Moles- worth, in all probability, knew nothing about the house we were in, I took occasion to ask this man. as he lifted up my trunk, who was In the kitchen. He answered. one but the caterers, ma'am ' After wn^Ti I inquired if the back stairs were clear, and. being told they were, advised him to take the trunk down that way. to which he re plied that he intended to. I finished by asking him to go around with the carriage to the side entrance, where I should have some money to give him. Thus, I freed the hack stairs and gave j to Dr. Molesworth. listening near, a hint j of the way he should go. I suppose he acted upon it. but never having had the opportunity to speak to him again alone, I do not know- anything more about it than the rest of the world. “Of the events following that dreadful night, you already are acquainted. From a belief that Dr. Molesworth had succeeded in his undertaking, I was sud denly aw’akened to the consciousness that from some error in judgment he had laid himself open to the worst kind of suspicion. "Was it a shock, do you think? And when in a still more dreadful hour that suspicion shifted to myself, and I saw the secret upon which depended my honor and happiness threatened with ex posure, do you wonder that my integri ty succumbed to my fears? "Driven by the instinct of self-pres ervation to subterfuge and prevarica tion, I soon found myself entangled in a network of deceit. Even when 1 told the truth as I did to the inspector at the time he pressed me to give him the name of the woman who made my dresses, I follow'd? it up with a lie to my husband. For while the half coy, half audacious admission that I had made them myself was calculated to silence the man whose question I feared, It would hardly have helped my cause with the doctor, who had been told more than once how helpless Genevieve Gretorex was with her hands. "And so the vain struggle went on un til it was suddenly made apparent to me that mv husband’s respect was giving way before my duplicity. “Then, in an agony of remorse, I took an oath, the keeping of which ulti mately brought on the revelations I feared. But I can not regret this. It has slain my husband’s love for the false Genevieve, but from the ashes of this passion I hope to see arise a love for Mildred Cameron that will in time make the happiness of my life. “It is the aim of my existence to be henceforth worthy of that happiness." (THE END.) A Bad Actor. “So you want to join our company?” said the theatrical manager to the seedy-looking applicant. “In what pieces have you ever appeared?” "Well,” replied he, “my last engage ment was with ‘The Blot on the ’Scutcheon.’ ” “What character did you act?" "I was the Blot.” No Wonder. "Do you play any instrument, Mr. Jimp?” "Yes: I’m a cornetlst.” "And your sister?” “She’s a pianist.” “Docs j our mother play?” "She’s a zitherist.” “And your father?” "He’s a pessimist.” Despondent?* First Class Finishing and En larging. A complete stock films, plates, papers, chemicals, eto. Special Mail Order Department for jut-of-town customers Send for Catalogue and Pries List. • A. K. HAWKHS CJ. \oJaii Otoa r tm 9 i' | 14 Whitehall St. ATLANTA. GA Have you f requent headaches, a coated tongue, bitter taste in the morninx, “heartburn," belching of gas, acid ris ings in throat sf^er eating, stomach gnaw or burn, foul breath, dizzy spells, poor appetite? A torpid liver is the trouble in nine cases out of ten Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery is a most efficient liver invigorator, stom ach tonic, bowel regulator and nerve strengthencr. 9 Your Druggist Can Supply Ywi DEAR Miss FAIRFAX: I have been keeping; company vith a «irl for about eight months, during which time she has on several occasions given evidences of her love toward me, and. of course, she was recipro cated. Lately, however, she insisted upon going with another young man, who, unfortunately, owns an automobile, and has at different times taken her out Joy riding. I'm positive that this girl does not love or even like this young man, but as she has told me, goes out with him for the pleasure of a ride. I'm afraid that in the long- run she will learn to love this young man and forget me alto gether. ,. . What other thing, outside of buying an automobile, which I can not afford, would be advis able under the circumstances, to keep this girl from going out with him? Kindly accept my anticipated thanks for an early advice AUTOMOBILE TROUBLED. H onk, honk—chuff, chuff—here it comes right down the middle of the road, the big, red au tomobile—and poor little Cupid has to sit down in the dust and watch It go by. So she goes a-riding with the young man with the machine, not be cause she loves him, but because she Loves the machine, does she. What a silly, silly little girl. And what a very human bne. It is fun to fiit up there in the gTear s*oft. easily-cushioned seat—and smile to see how* dusty the road Is there in the footpath. It is fun to pass everything in the road—to see the landscape fly by like a shadowy dream. It is fun to tell the rent of the girls the next day about the run Into the country or the speed we made on the Stone Mountain road. It's fun to be in things right in the very midst of them. It's fun to have what everybody else wants and can’t seem to get. It's fun to look superior and ask the wondering others how ever they manage to keep machine starts. It’s fun to make you jealous, too—poor, foolish you, with your wistful eyes and your faithful, grieved heart—but do you know who I pity all the time? The poor lad with the machine. Think a minute, don’t you—honest ly nowt? Which would you rather be—the auto youth there In the machine with the girl liking his machine and laugh ing at him—or you there in the shade by the road with the girl's heart In your keeping? Poor man in the machine — there's nothing to him—but his machine- how can you feel anything but sorry for him? The girl—what shall you do to keep her from going with the machine and the man? Not a thing, not a single, tiny thing —this Is your chance to find out ex actly the kind of girl she Is—you couldn’t have a better one if you planned a dozen years. Which does the girl care most for—you or a ma chine? What Is it she wants In life- love, sympathy, companionship — or money, show, ease? Now's the time to And all this out —before the wedding bells begin to ring. Don't wait till you’re In town trying to earn the money to make the first payment on your little home— the home you have dreamed of so long—and then discover some fine day that the girl you married is dissatis fied with you—because she has to do her own work and help save the bank balance. Don't try to make* that girl you think you love over, young man; you can't do it. She’s what she is—and always will be—and neither you nor anyone else on earth can change her. If she’s a peacock, don't try to make yourself tin Ink she’s a neat lit tle brown hen, and then be sick and sorry when she refuses to stay in the barnyard with you, but wants to strut somewhere with the rest of her gay, vain family. Honk, honk—chuff, chuff—the man with the automobile—‘he’s the be9t friend you and the little girl who s trying to decide between you, ever had. He’ll help you decide the great question, and decide it the right way, and whisper. I wouldn't be too cross with the little girl, just yet, anyhow; she’ll decide for you, see If she don t, and then just think how proud you 11 be of her decision. Women’s Frocks < b; e: hi :n DC] LOS] e: D] D 0 o: nr By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN IV One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written W ELL, well, well, what a sensa tion we are creating, sisters. Talk about the emotional sex! Did you ever hear the like of the commotion about the women'll new sort of frocks? They arrested two perfectly nice girls in Portland, Oreg., the other day and sent them home in a taxi be cause the policemen didn’t approve cf their sktrtycoats. They fined a wom an in Kansas City last week for the cut of her dress, and in New Eng land they are thinking of passing a law about what shall be worn and what shall be left off. Dear me! I never had the least idea our clothes were so important. How much less interest we do take in the way men dress. Can you fancy the women calling out the police because they didn’t think men were dressed properly? They would look the other way and never even mention brother’s qccen trie clothes. And unless they' were very bathing suity indeed, they would never even know that there was any thing at all peculiar about them. I wonder why? I heard them talking about It it dinner the other night, the men—on-* middle-aged and two young—and, oh, the things they said about us fo r speaking to the women who wore 'em! And yet do you know I hap pened to be with the middle-aged man when we met two of the ladies who shocked him so. and I thought he looked rather pleased than other wise. • Still he seemed so cross at dinner! Isn’t it odd? “But my wife ” said the middle- aged man. "But my sister “ said the young man. "But my sweetheart ” said the other young man. And I do bellevo that every one of the three was per fectly willing to have somebody else’s wife and somebody else’s sweetheart and somebody else’s slater be as mod ern as the latest fashion plate from Paris. So it is evident that they uo not think the new fashions ugly—isr’t it? I wonder what it all means—this sudden return to the "altogether” ‘.n the way of dress or undress. Some of the frocks are really—er —and when you see the faces of the women who wear them—nice, friend ly, decent faces—just the sort cf women you’d pick out to pal with in a long ocean trip, if It wasn’t for their astonishing frocks—good women ; modest women, kind women, women who wouldn't think of "breaking up a home,” and yet—what in the world does it all mean? Are women getting worse and less modest? Have the ragtime songs really struck in. and do nice women think of things they never used even to know existed? Or are they getting nicer and more modest and cleaner minded—so clean minded that they don’t see anything so very interest ing in a trim ankle and don’t under stand why anyone else should, and are going to let it go at that? After all, the most immodest frock I ever saw was a nun’s dress at a masked ball. The dress was all right, but the woman who wore i$ made it a horror. Are we getting so that we can think of something be sides sex, we women, and do we walk abroad clad in these very sug gestive garments without meaning a hint of a suggestion at all? Are we evolutlng or are we sinking back? "Whither.” In fact, "are we drift ing?” The meanest man I know acts exactly like the most generous ones. Sometimes it’s hard to know which is which. It has always been ad mitted that absolute innocence and unscrupulous boldness had an amaz ing family resemblance. What are we getting to be, we women—bold faced jades or open-browed inno cents? Are we reading and working and thinking so much that we’ve forgot ten all about the primitive facts of life, or don’t we think about any thing but those facts? Doesn’t it mean a thing, the old superstition about the natural mod esty of women, or does it mean so much that you simply can’t fathom it at all? Who’ll answer? Who knows? Not the men—oh. never, never, the men—not even those who pride themselves on the fact that they “know women.” But really, now, gentlemen and brethren, haven’t you Just a little bit of a faint inkling of how funny, how outrageously funny all this shocked surprise is on your parts? Now, if you were all burlesque managers ? Business is—after all is said and done—business, isn’t it? But—just plain, everyday men who have to pay to go to musical comedies—tell us, do, why do you Just show such alarming symptoms of outraged virtue? It would be edifying to know, and maybe your attitude wouldn’t be so incredibly funny—if we Just knew. Do tell us. INDIGESTION? Stop It quickly; Have ymir grocer send you one dos. bottles of SHIVA R GINGER ALE Drink with meals, and If not prompt ly relieved, get your money back at our expense. Wholesome, deli cious, refreshing. Prepared with the •elebrated Shlvar Mineral Water and the purest flavoring materials. SHIVAR SPRING, Manufacturer! SHELTON, 8. C. K. L. 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