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AT THE TURN OF THE ROAD,
A moment’s pause for longing and for .The memory of a touch, warm, trusting,
iff dreaming, clinging,
A moment’s looking backward on the The memory of that touch grewn oold as
way; i° e !
To kiss mv hand to long-past turrets gloam- A voice hushed that was sweet as wild
ing, bird’s singing,
To stand and think of life of yesterday. J A love whose bright flame burned in sac
rlflee.
A little time to drfenm of sunlit hours
“Spout where white towers rise against the Only a grave! Lifo of to-day will tench me
■a sky. Its stream fleets fast for sorrow and regret.
■jFtrend again that path of too sweet flow- Beyond this tarn its swooping wave will
ers, reach me,
To hear again the greeting and good¬ I must go with It, us we all go! Yet—
bye, A moment’s for longing and lor
■What there, in that far off pause
is say you, dreaming,
city, A moment’s looking backward on the
Of ray past living and past loving, left way.
■Wrapped in In its golden haze, to stir my To kiss my hand to long-past turrets gleam
Am/call the sigh of the bereft? ing,
bitter To stand and think ef life of yosterdayl
—Donahoe’s.
PROVING HIS WORTH.
By ABIVTUISTD W. BENNETT.
MggSjkaEU HE like thing to know, I would Papa
! Zan, is when I
may
ask the superinten
___ | dent for an office?"
a and Lyle planted
L* - |,^§i® r ' kis year-old sturdy fourteen- legs far
f apart as he leaned
back against the telegraph table, for
once heedless of the insistent, metalio
clattering of the little brass instru¬
ments.
“When you are old enough,my son,”
was the mechanically given answer.
“Oh, that’s the same old answer,”
disgustedly.
“To the same old question,” calmly.
“You know you said yourself that
there was not a better operator on the
whole road than I.”
f^’Yes.”
§i‘And Jyroll,” I do pleadingly. so want my name on the
“Are you not my assistant at a stated
salary?” askedMr. Loomis, looking up
from his desk for the first time during
the conversation.
“Yes, Papa Zan, but that is just
‘make-believe.’ I asked the paymas¬
ter last payday if my name was on the
rplls, and he only smiled and said it
/ vfould be some day.”
. “S hould that not satisfy you, my
|
Lyle slowly shook his head. But
now that it came to broaching his se¬
cret plans to his father he could not
talk so fluently as he had thought.
Something would keep rising up in
his throat, but finally he said:
“Papa, if you will let mo go and see
Mr. Chelton, the superintendent of
telegraph, and ask him for an office I
be satisfied.” This was not nearly
elaborately stated as Lyle bad
.but it was straight to the
point.
Mr. Loomis drummed a moment on
“Very well, my son, you may take
the down train for the oity in the
morning and see Mr. Chelton.”
For one ecstatic moment 1‘Lyle
doubted his ears. Then, as he finally
realized what this permission might
mean, his nimble feet flew together,
and as he dived out of the open office
.floor he cried:
Jf Mr. ‘ 1 i^irrah Loomis for Papa Zan!” and stepped to
arose
the window in time to see Lyle’s sturdy
form skipping from the end of tie to
^the iferack end to of the tie big as he went where down long the
curve, a
fcridge was being could built across the deep bit
Xorge. He not but smile
tei as he thought how, iu his anxiety
tofShve his boy always by his side since
- the death of Lyle’s mother three years
before, be bad defeated that very de¬
sire. He bad at first interested the
boy in learning telegraphy to keep
him in the office by his side, and now
the lad wanted to try his new-found
wings.
“To-morrow! To-morrow, my name
/on the pay roll!” buzzed and bounded
through Lyle’s busy brain as he
bounded along to the edge of the
' gorged., where the bridgemen were
working. his mind busy
All that approaching night was
with the interview with
the superintendent. He thought the
vwould never come, and the ride
Baity, across the sky-piercing
.lain, was but a blur,
fto lome way that was never quito
him ho found himself in the
Jintendent’s office, staring at the
•oc.4 back of a man lie knew to be
ie superintendent. An audience with
the Emperor of all the Russians would
not have been half so terrifying to
him. Slowly the chair and its occu¬
pant turned around. Then, in what
sounded even to himself as a very
Small voice, Lyle made his errand
nown.
“Want a position, eh‘?” asked gruff
phn Chelton, slowly, looking poor
brie over from head to foot. “I be
■ A'' iriflnfeiMinA.nqt_-i need of any
n
nt.
ion as messen
fcn operator.”
Bltor! [Ai Hold
this in
Hkil bell on
^^nnswered
“To thine own self be true,and it will follow, as night the day, thou cans’tnot then be false to any man.”
LINCOLNTON, GA.. THURSDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1898.
the call he turned to Lyle and nodded
for him to prooeed.
“Yes, sir; I am an operator,” said
Lyle, as boldly as he might.
“Well,” eyeing him again from head
to foot, “when did babies take to
learning telegraphy and wanting posi¬
tions, I should like to know?” and
Mr. Chelton stood up in all the tower¬
ing height of his six feet and stared
down at the boy. Lyle felt his woeful
lack of nature more than lack of age,
but said bravely, if a little shakily;
“Yo-u m-ay test me, if you don’t be¬
lieve me.”
“That’s fair, at least,” said the su¬
perintendent, with a small wink at the
man. “Here, Hoskins,” addressing
the man who had answered the bell,
“sit down and test this bo—young
man.”
Now, Hoskins prided himself on his
ability as a sending operator,v,and he
sooted himself with a determination to
“rush” the youngster. He gave the
“key” a few preliminary rattles and
smiled grimly as he called up a divi¬
sion office where there was a flrst-olass
man and commenced to dispatch some
accumulated business.
Lyle’s pen staggered and floundered
over the first few words, and then he
steadied down into the swinging
“copy” of the old-timer. him—he Tips was
nothing new to thought he
was out at Las Palomas copying for
practice! Hadn’t he copied Hoskins
by the hour before for practice! He
always did like Hoskins’ Morse—it
was so even and well spaced! When
he finally looked up he saw a kindly
light in Mr. Chelton’s eyes that ho had
not noticed there before. But his ris¬
ing hopes were dashed by the first
words of the superintendent.
“I couldn’t put the lives of whole
trainloads of people in the hands of
one so young, my boy, now’, could I?
But I will remember you; I promise
you I will,” and that was all he would
do.
‘ ‘I did so want my name on the pay¬
roll for sure and certain,” said Lyle.
“It will be there in time, my boy. ”
“That’s what you all say,” said
Lyle, suppressing a sob as he ran from
the office.
Soon the Las Palomas train was
ready, and as Lyle took his seat in the
coach his heart was sore with disap¬
pointment.
“They all want a follow to be as big
and as old as the mountains before
they will let him do anything,” he
thought, bitterly.
The crew on the train was a “plains”
crew, compelled to take the run over
the mountain on account of a waBhout
beyond Las Palomas. They were
very unsociable and “grumpy” on
this account, as well as on account of
their engine not steaming well.
At Placitas a mountain “helper”
was added, and the tortuous climb to
the summit was commenced. The
summit was capped by a tall moun¬
tain, pierced by the longest tunnel on
the road. Two-thirds of the way
through the tunnel was up a very
sharp grade, and it was not to exceed
a rail’s length before they pitched
down as steep an incline into Las
Palomas.
All the way up the winding moun¬
tain side Lyle watched the “double
header” freight following the passen¬
ger within the ten-miuute limit. One
moment the freight would be in plain
sight, the next hidden by”some jut¬
ting point, only to appear later far to
one side, seeming almost that it waB
on another track, and again it was
going in an entirely different direc¬
tion, so winding was the road.
The passengers stopped at Rossita, take
half way up the mountain, to
water. As Lyle was standing at the
open telegraph window listening to
his beloved instruments clicking so
merrily, the nose of the freight en¬
gine pushed around the curve, and
Ben Parr, engineer of the big moun¬
tain engine, waved a friendly greeting
to Lyle as he stood a moment beside
his engine, oil can in hand. Then
Lyle’s attention was attracted by the
familiar sound of his father’s send¬
ing, and as the train started slowly he
caught these words of the message:
“—delayed twenty minutes in Sum¬
mit tunnel—account wet, slippery
rail—”
Lylfe knew the tricks of the tunnel,
and that at times it was comparatively
dry and at others would be dripping
wet, and this without any apparent
connection with the rainfall upon the
mountain above. This report gave
him no concern, though, until they
passed Flores, the last tlie telegraph sta¬
tion on that side of tunnel, with¬
out being notified of the condition of
the tunnel.
Then he became uneasy. Had he
not heard every train crew on the
mountain say they feared Summit
tunnel when the rail was slippery and
another train following them - ? He
felt that he must speak to the con¬
ductor of the message he had heard,
and when he did so that official looked
him over very coolly and said:
“My born. son, I ran trains before you
were I will see that you are
not carried by your destination,”
which showed the conductor held the
information very cheap.
All the while watchful Lyle could
see that the passenger was losing a
few minutes’ time, and the freight,
while staying strictly within her time,
was gaining on them slowly. To add
tojhis feelings of’uneasiness the shades
of night were creeping down the
slopes and out from every gulch and
gully.
The headlights of the freight were
flitting from side to side of the high
walled pass like a will o’ the wisp,
and finally to Lyle’s excited mind thoy
seemed to take on a sinister and pur¬
suing glare.
He oould stand it no longer, so he
made bold to address the brake man,
who snapped;
“My very precocious kid, I know
how to protect the rear of this train
without any instructions from you.”
Lyle sank back in his seat and the
blood fled to his face to think he had
been so misunderstood. ✓
“He don’t understand,” Lyle whis¬
pered to himself, “how different it is
flagging a train after you’re stalled in
Summit tunnel.”
“If I don’t protect this train,” said
the brakeman a moment later, with a
sneer, .“jou’ll be on hand to do it.”
Lyle walked back to tho sear coach
and stood outside on the platform to
hide his shame. They were almost
at the tunnel’s mouth, and the grade
was very steep, “—lost twenty min¬
utes—” rang in his ears. Why, if this
train lost half of that in the tunnel the
freight would crash into them. Then,
as the engines struck the tunnel, Ljfie
saw from the quickly slaoking speed
that they would lose more time i* its
passage, if they did not come to a full
stop, with that badly steaming engine.
“If I stop that freight, and there is
no need, the boys will never let me
bear the last of it,” bethought. Then:
“I am sure that Ben Parr will not
blame me for being too careful,” he
whispered to himself as he grasped a
red light sitting just inside the coach
and swung off of the now slowly mov¬
ing train just as it was swallowed up
in the black darkness of the tunnel.
Even tfien he was in doubt, but
stumbled back a few rail lengths in
the “Well,” thickening gloom.
he said aloud to himself,
half covering the red danger signal
with his hand, “if the freight is far
enough back I will not flag them,’’and
then he shuddered to think of letting
the train by him and that black tun¬
nel between him and home!
Then a great roar filled the rocky
cut and a flare of light lit up the
blackness. The freight was upon
him, both massive engines working in
powerful unison and running much
faster than the passenger had been. A
few frantic swings of the lantern
brought an answer from Ben Parr that
was music to Lyle’s ears, and the with a
shower of sparks flying from re¬
versed engines’ wheels they soon came
to a panting stop.
“What’s the matter, little one?”
asked cheery Ben, os he saw who the
flagman was. the
“No. 3 will hardly get through
tunnel without stalling, so I flagged
you down, Ben.”
“I don’t see anything of her rear
lights,” said Ben, peering out held into
the black darkness, and his tone
a touch of irritation.
“Didn’t they have a crew on that
train to do the flagging?” asked the
fireman.
But just then a little speck of light,
such as a firefly would make, was seen
wavering in the tunnel’s black mouth,
and soon the brakeman staggered out
into the fresh air, choked almost to
fainting with the smoke made by the
two puffing engines in the narrow
space. Coughing up black soot and
smoke the brakeman said;
“If you hadn't stopped you would
have been into us, sure,” and then he
swore at being sent over such a
division with-a “lame” engine.
And old Ben Parr took out his
watch, and patting Ben on the head,
said:
“You have probably made a present
of their lives to several people this
day, my boy. God bless yon!”
And the brakeman peered up at him
from his watery eyes, caused by the
smoke undoubtedly, and said: old
“Yon herel I know an lady
back East who will thank you for keep¬
ing her son from being a murderer
through carelessness.”
* * * * * * *
Strange how things will leak out.
A few days later Lyle received a
handsome autograph letter from Mr.
John Chelton, “begging” him to
accept the position of assistant, oper
ator at Las Palmas, under his father, j
who was being “entirely too hard [
worked,” and containing assurances
of promotion why did as opportunity he change offered. mind
“But his
so suddenly, papa?” asked Lyle.
“On account of your bravery, ” with
a look that implied he could tell more
if ho would.
“Oh, that tunnel matter,” said
Lyle. “That did not take half the
courage it did to ask him for a job.”
“I guess it depends ’father. on the point of
view,” said his
NEW WOMAN DENTIST,
Experience With Her of a.*Man Who
Thought He Was. Smart.
Everitt told this, according to the
Chicago Record, at a meeting of the
Fool-Things-We-Have-Done Club;
“She. was a dentist and had opened
an office on the eighth floor. Nearly
every impressionable young man in
the building was her slave, but she
didn’t seem to know it.
“One day I picked up her glove in
the elevator and she thanked me so
sweetly that I went five doors beyond
where 1 wanted to get off. Next day
she froze me when I tipped my hat,
and the glove was evidently a closed
incident. Finally I decided to feign had
a toothaohe—something I never
in my life—and become acquainted
with her as a patron. Accordingly I
entered her office, and sitting down
in the waiting room, gripped my jaw
in both hands, emitted several blood
curling groans, and tried to look like
Richard Mansfield.
“Soou I was in the chair of torture
and the dentist was endeavoring to
find the toothache, which I had de¬
scribed with a Steve Cranish elabora¬
tion of detail. Every time I en¬
deavored to start up a conversation, j
however, she would open my mouth
and try another test. She used air
guns, hydraulic machines, buzzers,
jabbers, grinders, hammers aud har¬
rows, and when I endeavored to ex¬
plain that the ache was gone she
stuffed enough rubber in my mouth to
make a poncho for a soldier, and I
couldn’t even bark.
“Finally she slipped a wedge be¬
tween two teeth and then touched
some sort of an electrical apparatus
that spread the molars at least half an
inch. I mustiiave grown pale at this,
as she took the rubber out of my mouth
and gave me a drink of water, after
allowing me to climb out of the chair.
* ■ 'I’ve tried every test known to den¬
tistry,’ said she, sweetly, ‘but I can’t
find the ache. I guess the trouble in
your head is not with your teeth. You
should consult a brain specialist.’
“Well, at this shot I couldn’t even
apologize. I simply sneaked, and
next week I moved my office to a
building four blocks distant, I don’t
believe in women entering the profes¬
sions, anyway.”
The Volunteers* Provost Guard.
This provost guard of volunteer sol¬
diers is a different proposition alto¬
gether from the provost guards that
are occasionally organized at Western
military posts to corral tumultuous
regular army soldiers. They don’t
call it a provost guard iu the regular
army, except in the official reports.
The soldiers call it a “runningguard,”
and the term has a double meaning,
for sometimes the guard has to do
the running in the wrong direction
when its members are set upon in
force by recreant soldiers. A run¬
ning guard is not often organized in
the regular army, and when an armed
squad or platoon of men is sent away
from an American military post to do
a bit of rounding up in a nearby town
there is nearly always trouble in sight.
The famous Walla Walla row, more
than ten years ago, is a case in point.
Nearly a dozen regular army soldiers
with good records behind them did
ten years each in a military prison for
their share in this job. One of the
soldiers was killed in cold blood in a
Walla Walla saloon by a gambler, and
the gambler’s part was taken by the
hangers-on in the town. When the
soldiers heard of it they made for the
locked rill ■ racks in their quarters,
broke the lacks, and set out for the
town in force. They shot up Walla
Walla in a way that had never before
happened iu that one-time woolly
town, and they killed a number of
men. All of the soldiers who took
part in the disturbance were court
martialled -ud heavily sentenced. It
took the largest provost guard ever
organized in the American regular
army to round up the soldiers who
had set out to revenge the death of
their comrade.—New York Sun.
A Gigantic Kitchen.
The largest kitchen in the world is
said to be in the Parisian store, the
Bon Marche, which has four thousand
employes, The smallest kettle con
tains one hundred quarts and the
largest five hundred, Each of the
fifty roasting pans is big enough for
five hundred cutlets, When omelets
are on the bill of fare, 7800 eggs are
used at occe. For oooking alone sixty
cooks aud one hundred assistants are
always at, the ranges.
A Family of Twins.
Mrs. Edward Harris, of Richmond,
Mo., £ ty-three years old, recently
gave birth to twins for the seventh
time. Hiey are all living.
A .MISSIONARY ROMANCE.
History of the snip That Spreads t.u»
Gospel In the JLadrones.
People who went to Sunday-school
forty-five or fifty years ago and saved
their pennies to pay for a missionary
ship called The .Morning Star will be in¬
terested to know that she was designed
for work in the Caroline and Ladrone
Islands, which are again demanding a
shade of our attention. The ship was
suggested by a New Bedford whaler
named Ira Lackey, who made a cruise
in those parts, and on his return ap¬
pealed to the American Board of For¬
eign Missions to sent its agents there.
The vessel cost 818,000, which was
contributed by Sunday-school children.
It was launched in 1856 and sent to
the South Pacific loaded with Bibles,
hymnbooks and other literature printed
in heathenish languages. Fora quar¬
ter of a century the brig was used by
the missionaries is cruising about the
Spanish archipelagoes, with its head¬
quarters in the Carolines.
The story they tell here is that Ira
Lackey learned the watch and clock
business, but went out as a sailor and
took command of the bark Harvest.
On the coast of Rusaie, one of the
Carolines, he was stranded, but didn’t
give up the ship. He had no tools to
make repairs but such as his own in¬
genuity could invent. Fortunately
one of the crew could speak the lan¬
guage of the people. The king was
dangerously sick, and gladly accepted
Captain Lackey’s offer to prescribe for
him. He recovered. Nothing could
exceed his gratitude and that of his
subjects. A great friendship sprung
up between the captain and the king’s
little son, a bright boy of four or five
years old. The king was most desir¬
ous to learn about the United States
and the reason the people were so much
better off than in his own country. He
insisted that Captain Lackey read and
preach from the Bible to them every
Sabbath day. The savages listened
with attention, and when Captain
Lackey left he promised the king he
would send him missionary teachers.
Twenty years after Captain Lackey’s old
shipwreck he visited again his
landing place. The former king was
dead. The young prince, a Christian
ruler, remembered him. Under his
lead and that of the missionaries the
people, now neatly dressed, assembled
on the shore in an orderly manner and
formally greeted their benefactor by
singing sweet songs and hymns of
praise to God.
WORDS OF WISDOM'
They also serve who only stand and
wait.—Milton.
The man who pardons easily courts
injury.—Corneille.
The best teacher one can have is
necessity. —Shakspeare.
Good manners and good morals are
sworn friends and fast allies.—Bartol.
To be good and disagreeable is high
treason against the royalty of virtue.
—Hannah More.
It is not the place that maketh the
person, but the persou that maketh
the place honorable.—Cicero.
The opportunity to do mischief is
found a hundred times a day, and that
of doing good but once a year.—Vol¬
taire.
The conditions of conquest are al¬
ways easy. We have but to toil a
while, endure a while, believe always
and never turn back.—Simms.
So remarkably perverse is the nature
of man that he despises those that
court him, and admires whoever will
not bend before him.—Thucydides.
Mental pleasures never cloy; unlijje
those of the body, they are increased
by repetition, approved by reflection,
and strengthened by enjoyment.—Col¬
ton.
Much ostentation and much learning
are seldom met together. The sun,
rising and declining, makes long
shadows; at midday, when he is high¬
est, not at all.—Bishop Hall.
Tho Highest Observatory in Britain.
It is proposed to close the highest
observatory in Great Britain, situated
on Ben Nevis, the members of the
Scottish Meteorological Society having
exhausted their public-spirited gene¬
rosity after contributing fully $90,000
to equip and carry on the high and
low-level observatories on Ben Nevis
for some seven years. There is a preva¬
lent feeling north of the Tweed that
as the observations taken are in the
interest of the “science of the atmos¬
phere” generally, the government
should now step in and contribute the
$2000 annually that is necessary to
keep the observatory going in the
meantime.—Westminster Gazette.
The Speed of the Blood.
It has been calculatad that, assum¬
ing the human heart to beat sixty
nine times a minute at ordinary heart
pressure, the blood goes at the rate
of 207 yards iu a minute, or seven
miles an hour, 168 miles a day and
61,320 miles a year. If a man eighty
four years of age could have had one
single blood corpuscle floating in his
blood all his life, it would have trav¬
eled in that time more than 5,150,000
miles.
Japan, which forty years ago had
no other than coasting vessels, now
has several large steamship companies,
the largest of which owns sixty-threo
vessels.
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NO. 20.
DOLOR OF THE NEGRO BABIES.
French Physician Fays They Are
White and Turn Black.
Several years ago Dr. Farabeuf, pro
fessor of histology. at the Faculty of
Medicine at Paris, stated in a public
lecture that negro babies at the time
if birth were of exactly the same color
as white babies, and that they showed
(igns of colon only after an interval,
nsually of several days, but often ex¬
tending to many weeks; finally, that
the skin never attained its darkest tint
until the age of puberty.
This assertion caused a good deal of
discussion at the time. One physician,
Dr. Florain, who had spent some years
In Africa, denied it emphatically. Ho
declared that the children of black
parents were invariably born black,
and that they were as black at the age
of 2 months as they ever would be. To
this impeachment Dr. Farabeuf made
a single response: “Black babies are
born white.”
Last summer there was on exhibition
at the Champ de Mars a Soudanese
village, the colony of which numbered
several hundred persons as black as
ever born. Another investigator, Dr.
Collignon. saw there an opportunity to
settle the controversy. He set to work
scientifically, using the Broca chromat¬
ic scale to verify his tints. This scale
|s made up of thirty-four gradations,
the gamut beginning with cream whits
and ending with ebon black, the inter¬
vening shades giving all the grades that
one could obtain, say, by pouring milk
Into a cup of black coffee. The first
case that Dr. Collignon had a chance at
Was the birth of a boy on Sept 19. The
parents were coal black.
“I arrived at the moment of birth,”
says I)r. Collignon. “Armed with my
scale, I examined the child the instant
it had been washed. Its skin was of a
Very light pink, somewhat lighter than
the No. 24 of Broca. Within a very
short time the skin was suffused with
a deeper tinge, which gradually became
ii delicate Hlac. Certain parts of the
body hand, were darker, but, on the other
the feet and hands were of a
beautiful rosy tinge. The hair was very
fine and abundant, not curly, and, per¬
haps, three centimeters in length.
“The next day I saw the child again,
and it was perceptibly darker; the
bands and feet were reddish. Ten
days later the main tint of the body
Corresponded to No. 29 of the Broca
Iscale, which is that of a light-tanned
leather; the ex it eurii.lt. s v. ebe briek-rfld.
Tlie baby shortly fell ill. and was taken
to the hospital. I saw it again when
It was fifteen days old, and by that time
its color had deepened to chocolate.”
In the second case Dr. Collignon did
hot see the new-born child until twelve
hours after birth, when it was the color
of chamois skin. The third and fourth
cases were practically like the first.
In subsequent cases the peculiarities
of the first were confirmed; from all
of which data the investigator felt jus¬
tified in saying:
"The negro baby comes into the world
a tender pink color; the second day it is
lilac; ten days afterward it isthecoior of
tanned leather, and at fifteen days it is
chocolate. The human epidermis, or
buter layer of skin, is composed of three
films superimposed one upon the other,
and holding between them, in the case
of the negro, the coloring matter which
makes him brown or black. This pig<
ment is semi-fluid or in the form of fine
granulations; in thy Indian it is red,
and in the Mongolian yellow. Freckles
are made of this pigment.—Chicago
Inter Ocean.
This will be tne best illustrated war
ever fought. The art of illustration
had reached a high degree of excellence
during the civil war, but it is not to
be compared with that at the present
time. The artist and the camera ac
company' our fleets and our armies
,
everywhere, and every move and inci¬
dent is recorded in picture. Processes
of reproduction are so cheap -.that a
maximum of excellence is attained at a
minimum of cost. The newspapers and
the magazines contain a profusion of
war views, and the dweller in the re¬
motest interior point is afforded a con¬
tinuous and exact panorama of the op¬
erations on land and sea.
GEORGIA RAILROAD.
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