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C MARTHA OSTENSO—WNU SERVICE
PALACIOS BEACON, PALACIOS, TEXAS
By
ARTHA
3STENSO
CHAPTER XIII—Contiied
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"Yes," Bruce snid, as ifl> him-
self. "It must have been as!;iu say
—the ghost of Jarvis cameiick. I
myself have thought some|ng of
the kind. Thought it often. Pf' Jar-
vis! His obsession with the nt dis-
torted all his thinking. Hivrote
this in a moment of—of lucid! You
should be glad he did, my dif.
"Glad?" Autumn said ajntly.
"It alters nothing, Hector." j
"On the contrary, my dea^Hec-
tor protested, "it alters muq He
tapped the paper lightly vi his
fingers. "This is the equlvdt of
a retraction of everything thtfar-
: Landf
vis had against Bruce
"Even so, Hector," Auturriaid
wearily. "What good can 4 do
now?"
"It will not hurt Bruce totaw
that Jarvis Dean held no real )jr-
ness in his heart toward—" i;
"Certainly, Hector!" A^in
broke irt. "Forgive me, pleaselat
was a selfish thought.'
Hector laid the paper on thfijie
and placed his hands awkwaran
his knees. "I see," he said ».
"What you would have pref$,
perhaps, would have been yo\|-
'ther's written consent to—" a
"Oh, Hector!" Autumn interrtl
again. "I wasn't thinking wtt
spoke."
"I can see that," he said,
fact is, when a young woman '
love she interprets everything it
light of that one fact. Well.]
dear, this retraction—small a
may seem to you—may have 9
bearing even on that."
probably," he replied. "What, for
example, are you going to do about
that—that little note your father
wrote into his will?"
"I don't know yet," she replied. "1
should like Bruce to know about it,
natu. ally. I shall think of some
way—"
"With your permission," Hector
suggested, "I shall attend to that
myself. I should like to, if you don't
mind. Or perhaps you would pre-
fer to look after it in your own way."
"I'd like you to do it," she re-
plied. "It would be simpler."
"I'll make a copy of it now, then,"
Hector said, and took the paper to a
small desk at the end of the room
where he sat and wrote while Au-
tumn smoked a cigarette in silence.
Presently he got up and folded the
sheet of paper as he came towart
her. Her eyes followed him with
slow, spent interest as he thrust thi
paper into his pocket and drew out;
slender packet tied with gold cord
Hector unbound the packet, an
with fingers strangely reverent, liftd ,
from it a letter that lay uppermoi. /
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deatpf the man he once called
friei I fear that it may become
an Jession from which he shall
nevrl'seape. I am the one who is
to >^ne, Autumn, if any one is to
blcv for hopeless love.
/an never tell you, my darling
gi.now love came to me at last,
afjiycars of groping. I can only
to lou that it came, after you were
bri( but that I never forgot the
v\y that had made me the wife
( t>ur father. I can tell you, too,
tajlove—when it is love—is a worn-
o; whole life and being. She can
r escape it though she go to the
of the earth.
do not know what lies before
yf here. Jane Landor is a strong-
led woman and she has already
de it clear that she intends to
itinue at her own ranch, dis-
large all her obligations, and bring
J> her boy in the valley. You and
f> will be growing up together, Au-
iimn, and the time will come when
«3u must je friends or enemies—
jeeording to the will of his mother
and your father, who hate each oth-
"These letters," he said in a gi
tly modulated tone, "were my rij
■son for asking you and Bruce to di-j
ner at my house that night, hit
turned out—you could not come, f
I had wanted you both to read thf.
even then, difficult as it was for t-
These letters belonged to your rrp-
er. They were written to he^y
Geoffrey Landor. Before she ed
she entrusted them to me. >rn
giving them to you now so tha/ou
may read them when you are >ne.
In them he tells of his effo to
leave the country with his wiand
son when his life here becameope-
Autumn looked at him and sri lessly involved."
resignedly "You don't undersli Autumn drew a quick Bath,
darling Bruce has made up| "You mean-he tried to get £ay?"
mind about me." sher softly.
Hector cleared his throat ith a
"You are sure of that?"
"I haven't told you," she said
itantly, "about the night he can
the Parrs' lodge to tell me
had happened to father. I had
up there earlier in the evei
Bruce found me there alone
Florian. Hannah had told him
I had gone to spend the night a
lodge. I had intended to, but I
was to have been there, too,
became ill that day and coi
leave home. Florian met me
—to take me back home, of co
But we had supper together i:
lodge and before we were rea
leave—Bruce arrived. You
yourself what he must have tho
painful hesitancy. "He did.! my-
self know how he tried—qui apart
from anything he wrote her'
"I did not know that," s mur-
mured.
"Your father did not tell Ji that,
because to him it was nolmpor-
tarit," Hector went on. "Jais nev.-
er had a true perspectiv of the
thing that happened to hi»-to all
of them. He was obsess'. Jeal-
ousy will drive a man to? things
for which he is not altofiher ac-
countable. Your father llieved it
was Geoffrey's plan to ave and
have Millicent join him ter. But
Florian tried to explain, but pGeoffrey's property at thtime was
wasn't in a mood to accept hijheavily burdened—and Jvis held
planation." 'f-he bag- as we say. Hdad Geof-
"Hm-m," Hector said, knittirfrey at his mercy."
brows. "Has Florian done no( Autumn sat on the (ge of her
more about it, then." hail, her fingers tight]interlaced
"Florian was incensed, of co n her lap. Her eyes btjied fixedly
at Bruce's attitude. He will und
edly have a talk with Bruce-4 "I |h
force him to listen, but he's 3ien,,t
P foi.is—t'
pon;Hector as he talk!.
'I ihall leave the lett/s with you,
a,,to read when yojwish. But
just now on a business trip foliis—|' he tapped lighr the letter
father. It won't make any d:» ha$ selected fro^n ie
ence to Bruce, though. You see
er now. It is my wish, Autumn, that
you see things clearly and without
prejudice, and that you refuse to
be influenced by this tragedy of the
past. I should like to think that you
had selected froai te packet
.his
me I want yojt toj-ead now—
I am with yfcu. I was your
other's wish thai 1 shpjild give it
yoi when—and if—1 should ever
had changed toward me b^Ue
that."
Hector frowned and cracked]
knuckles. The romances of t|nk jt necessary t( cr soj'
voung creatures were too mucli-ie Removed a fraj/e, folded sheet
him. He had been given to un|m he yellowed eyelopj that en-
stand tnat young love of the nteec| jt.
ern variety held the conventional^ haven't yo^toldme about
light esteem. Now, in his day—| ^fore?" Autun^ askid him.
well, in his da;. jector flushed paiftll/. "You for-
"You're a pair of young foolj ^ ^ear, ^at |jr father was
he blurted out suddenly, and poul f|end It has\een difficult
himself another cup of tea. Lgit for me to d/ide to tell you
Autumn got up and stood lookl n^w N0thingfit your resolu-
out of the wide spread of winddt0 ]ervc this coitry and spend
into the garden. Hector was endet,est| of your JyS jn England
oring, she thought to herself, |nce^ me tha'the time had
bring her out of the ghastly ^ for me to ppe these letters
chantment that had imprisoned hjur j[3nc],
that dreadful night wh
since
unblded
ihin it
enclose
etter and took
hort note that
with the longer
Bruce had come for her at the lod„
Only isolated images remained 1 eI|
her memory of the events of thf
shocking time, briffiant and he aidhanding Autumn
as exploding stars. The r e o Lrt,r 0,,^ ^ou may rea(j ^e-
—a nightmare in which the s^aS6ellie ^hgr"/
inc knowledge of her fjther s deatft j
clashed against her knowledge ol«| tool | in trembling Hn-
Bruce's reaction to finding her alon4d'et ^T" dwe11 upon the
with Florian. Then, suddenly, Han-V' wlininpt
nah taking her in her arms-Han-Vtol m^ear friend (MiUi
nah, white-faced and speechless.t4writ|>, I do not think
And the closed mask of a door—the
door of the little back parlor, be-
hind which her father lay. Ihe com-
ical little undertaker, with the cone-
shaped bald head, at whose appear-
ance Autumn haci fled to her own
room to scream into her pillows
with hysterical laughter, until Hec-
tor had come quietly in and sat on
the bed beside her. From some-
where — Hector had come. She
learned later that Bruce had finally
reached him by telephone. Then, in
the depth of night, the moan of Saint
Patt' the deep-throated, forsaken
mpn of Saint Pat!
'v»o T
re[er. Please do not
priise to me. 1 trust
ik iqueath to you will
o i.appiness. In grati-
en;
sinfyes, Autumn stared
s /'the slip of paper in
ear—you may read
)r(said, handing her the
jjd.
ast she was able to gov-
motions, the phrases
urn into her eyes with a
tidescence.
, eloved daughter, Au-
Yes, Hector was trying to bring jjead). When you read
her around. It was sweet of him, of | you ever do read
course, but where was the use of |he because Hector Car-
their talking any more of Bruce Lan- Jeerned it proper that
dor? Bruce seemed more unguessa- L0 so They concern
ble to her now than ever, in the I j myself should have
numbness of her fatigue. It was l you jf events and cir-
difficult to remember clearly what |.,d made it necessary
he looked like, or to recall the tim-
bre of his voice. It seemed years
sincfc she had seen him, severe and
silerit, at the entrance to the Castle,
where he did not turn in after his
car had escorted her and Florian
hom
Aitr'fumn turned and faced Hector.
"iJools?" she said. "Yes, darling
—ar/d past redemption,
lit looked at her with curiously
briflht eyes.
"Probably, my dear,
|U to know, dear Au-
ither your father nor
or was to blame in
e accident that took
Geoffrey had done
et away and forget
ne forget him. Heo-
i why it was impos-
go. Since that terri-
sprlng, your father
distantly over the
"He had Geoffrey at his mercy."
would be a friend of Geoffrey's boy.
It might help to pay the debt of,
Your devoted mother, Millicent."
By the time Autumn had reached
the end of the letter, the words were
moving like a dimly silver caravan
beyond her tears. The clairvoyance
of the dying! Perhaps Millicent had
even hoped that there might be more
than friendship between her daugh-
ter and Geoffrey Landor's son—
and effectuation of that destiny
which had begun in her and Geof-
frey. Autumn glanced across at Hec-
tor where he had seated him?elf
again at the windows, and folded
the letter pensively in her hands.
"Thank you, Hector," she said,
"—for showing me this."
He did not turn from the window,
and Autumn laid the letter beside
the packet on the table and went to
him.
"You've done your part," she said,
"and I'm grateful to you."
He turned and put an arm about
her. For a moment he seemed on
the point of speaking. Then he pat-
ted her shoulder affectionately and
turned away.
"I'll be going, I think," he said
brokenly. "Come to see me."
Without another word he left her,
picked up his hat from the small
sofa on his way out, and walked
away, his thin, straight back sol-
dierly and unflinching. From the
windows, Autumn watched him go,
her teeth biting down into her quiv-
ering lip. Then she turned and went
to her room.
Bruce Landor, in loose gray flan-
nels, swung his considerable length
of limb out of his modest automo-
bile and proceeded carelessly up the
steep steps to Hector Cardigan's
door. He was vrnewhat mystified,
though he had resisted any suspi-
cion of intrigue, by the urgency with
which Hector had pressed him to
come to dinner.
Hector, obviously at a tension,
ushered him in, took his top coat and
hat and hung them on the rather in-
secure rack in the hall, a rack
which, Bruce supposed, one should
admire as having belonged to Cleo-
patra, or perhaps Confucius.
"I'm glad you came, my boy,"
Hector said, drawing himself up sol-
emnly and looking at Bruce with a
penetrating eye. "Come along in. I
have an appetizer waiting for you."
"Right, Hector!" Bruce said, fol-
lowing his host into the dining room
where one end of a long refectory
table of solid, gloomy old oak was
spread tastily with fine linen and
silver and china, and a surprising
array of edibles.
Bruce had here, always, a dis-
concerting feeling that he was about
to see the wraiths of antiquity
emerge from the draperies on the
walls and repossess with jealous
hands these treasures that furbished
Hector's home.
He stood by while Hector filled
two glasses, one of which he handed
his guest with a courtly bow.
"To good fellowship, my boy!"
Hector proposed, and held his glass
for Bruce to touch it with his own.
They drained their glasses at once
and Bruce held his forward with a
smile.
"One more, Hector—to the spirits
of the past!" He waved a hand to-
ward the tapestried walls as he
spoke.
Hector looked at him quickly, then
filled the glasses again with an ex-
citement in his movements that
caused Bruce to wonder. But he
smiled across the top of his glass
as he bowed once more to Bruce
and drank.
"Well," he said, when the glasses
were empty again, "you must be
ready for supper, my boy. Let's sit
in."
"I hope I shall never be hungrier,"
Bruce replied and took the chair to
which his host invited him with a
wave of the hand.
The wine was excellent, as were
the cold meats and the salads. Hec-
tor's first excitement seemed to sub-
side as the meal progressed, and
he talked in a leisurely fashion.
They talked of Jarvis Dean's death
and the impressive funeral that had
followed, of the Dean estate and of
Autumn's plans to live in England—
but always in an impersonal tone
that gave Bruce no hint of what was
in the old man's mind.
When they rose from the table.
Hector spread a cloth tidily over
the dishes and led Bruce into the
drawing room, closing the dming
room dcor behind him.
"The skeletons will be at the
feast," Bruce thought, smiling to
himself.
The evening having turned cool.
Hector had kindled a small blaze of
pine logs in the Dutch tiled fire-
place, and now they seated them-
selves before it with their brandy
and cigarettes.
"I suppose you would be uncom-
fortable in the presence of modern
furniture," Bruce remarked, glanc-
ing idly about the room. "You have
lived so long with the ghosts of the
past."
A strange glow warmed Hector's
eyes. "In morarw^ys than one, my
boy," he observed pointedly. "But
I have never permitted my ghosts
to haunt me. That Elizabethan wine-
cup, now—" he pointed to an elab-
orately wrought chalice that stood
on the top of a china closet—"who
knows but what the death of some
gallant courtier may have been
drunk from its brim? But does it
make the cup less beautiful
precious to our time?"
Houston Symphony
O rch es I ra ()jfe rs
Unusual Concert
A concert of unusual nature will
be jfiven January 8 by the Houston
Symphony Orchestra at City Audi-
torium, at 8:15 p. m.
Called "A Trip Into the Blue," it
will be a mystery program which
will present to the audience compo-
sitions without a program explana-
tion of the composer or the name
of the composition. The audience
will be asked to guess the identity
of the pieces played. Those naming
three out of the four compositions
correctly will be given one free
Improved
Uniform
SUNDAY
International ii SCHOOL
LESSON
Bv HAROLD L. LUN^'fTRT. O. D.
Dean of The Moodv Bible Institute
of Chicago.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Lesson for January 7
Lovely Basic Dress
Will Slenderize One
IT'S safe to predict that yau'v«*
never worn a more truly be»
coming dress than this lovely, bo-j
sic fashion (1878-B). It is beautit
fully designed to make your
ure look slender and softly round-
ed. The front panels of the bod-
ice are cut in one with the skirt.
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se-
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Kelitiious Education; used by
permission.
THE CHRISTIAN'S CONFESSION
OF FAITH
LESSON TEXT—Matthew 16:13-24.
GOLDEN TEXT—Thou irt the Christ,
the Son of the living God.—Matthew
IB:16.
ERNST HOFFMANN
Conductor
ticket to a later concert; those
placing four out of four will be
given two free tickets.
No hint of the identity of the
pieces will be given, except to say
that one composition will be an
overture to an opera, another a
| symphony, another a ballet suite,
and the third a famous waltz.
Ernst Hoffmann will conduct.
Rehearsals are being guarded
closely to keep information from
leaking out, and the orchestra
members are pledged to the strict-
est secrecy.
Two other concerts of wide ap-
peal will be given in January, the
Students Concert on January 11 at
City Auditorium, 3:00 in the after- I
noon, admission to children or j
adults 25 cents.
j And on January 22 the famed 1
less j French pianist, Robert Casadesus, !
will appear as guest artist for the
"Rather not," Bruce replied. "On
the contrary—"
"The past," Hector said, warming
to his subject, "is a dim avenue
down which we may walk and find
the diverging pfcthj of terror and
beauty and passion. If we stand
at the entrance to that avenue and
Houston Symphony Orchestra con-
cert of that date. The name Casa-
desus in Europe is synonymous
with music, since the family for
generations have been distinguished
musicians.
Complex Plumbing Lay-outs
There may be as much as 300 feet
peer within, remote times telescope j of plumbing and heat piping hidden
into our own immediate past, so
that with clear eyes we may note
that the events of antiquity and of
a few decades ago have the same
values. Or do you follow me, sir?"
Bruce regarded his host with
mounting curiosity.
"I believe I do," Bruce said,
swept involuntarily into Hector's j
stately mood.
Hector waved a fine brown hand
toward the Spierinx tapestry on the
behind the walls and floors of the
average two-story house. Among
factors which must be taken into
consideration in the installation
of the piping system of a home are
the diameter of the pipe, the char-
acter of the water, and the water
pressure. It is good installation
practice to avoid unnecessary bends,
as all turns increase frictional re-
sistance. The experienced plumber
will pitch pipe so that air pockets
cannot form. Because the installa-
wall to their left. "The accom- tion of plumbing reqUires both a
plished fact of the past," he con- j practical knowledge of pipe prac-
tinued, "may be compared to a tap-
estry like that—upon which wp can
look with disinterested sympathy
and compassion and admiration at
the quaint desires and ambitions
and tragedies and loves of our fore-
fathers. To the rational mind even
a generation ago is such a tapestry,
my boy."
Hector was leading studiously to
something. His oratory was not
without a definite object, of that
Bruce was sure. He settled himself
in his chair and resolved to wait
patiently for the disclosure of his
purpose.
"Do you remember that line from
The Tempest? 'What's past is pro-
logue.' You will excuse me," he
apologized suddenly, "—I am an old
man—and given to romantic indul-
gences."
Bruce smiled. "Go ahead, Hec-
torl I've had some such ideas in
my own mind, though I've never
been able to put-them into words."
Hector favored him with a shrewd
glance. "Of course you have, my
boy. Of course you have! You have
thought of the past that lies be-
hind you, no doubt—your own fa-
ther's death, for example."
Bruce tossed his cigarette into the
fire. "It was that I had in mind,
Hector," he admitted.
There was a brief silence in which
Hector leaned forward and turned
his brandy glass thoughtfully about
in his fingers.
"Would you mind it very much if
I asked you something about that?"
he said finally.
"There is nothing much that I can
tell you, Hector," Bruce replied.
"You probably know more about it
than I do."
"Have you any very clear opin-
ion concerning how your father
came to his death?" Hector asked
abruptly. ^
"I have understood that he took
his own life—because of his love for
—for another woman," Bruce re-
turned. \
"You know that?" \ jy
"1 have put two and^U
Hector," Bruce rcpiy^
know they were^»v\jpp'pj;
have guessed."AUVLIxIl
(To r ———■
j tice as well as a grasp of the
{ problems of pneumatics and hy-
draulics involved in every plumb-
| ing system, installation of plumbing
pipe should be made only under the
supervision of an experienced
plumbing contractor.
First Card Game
Tarocchi is said to have been the
first card game played In Europe.
Tarocchi had five suits instead of
the four we have in today's packs.
Four of the suits stood for the four
main classes of people In the Middle
ages—the nobility, the clergy, the
merchants, and the peasants, rep-
resented respectively by the sym-
bols of swords, cups, coins and
staves. These symbols or signs have
come down to us as spades, hearts,
diamonds and clubs. The fifth or
trump suit outranked all the cards
of the other suits, as these cards
represented such elements of na-
ture and human characteristics as
death, lightning, temperance and
thrift
V. S. 'First' Division
At the time of the World war the
First division was the first Ameri-
can force In the trenches and the
first in battle. This division entered
the line October 21, 1917, in the Lune-
ville sector near Yancy, each unit
being attached to a corresponding
French unit. At 6:06 a. m. October
23, 1917, Battery C of the sixth field
artillery fired the first American
shot in the war. Sergt. Alex Arch of
South Bend, Ind., was in command
of the crew that fired the shot.
Jainlal Is Fastest Game
The world's fastest game is jaialai
and is played In Havana. Inherited
by the Cubans from the Basques,
the game is played on a court simi-
lar to a handball court, but on a
much larger scale. Each player is
equipped with a long hooked basket
strapped to his right arm. With
this basket he catches the small,
hard ball and hurls it at the wall
with lightning speed. His opponents
must catch the ball when it bounces
ack and the game proceeds until a
,ault or miss is scored.
Many outstanding miracles had
been performed by our Lord during
! His ministry in Galilee, and now
| as that period of His earthly work
| was drawing to a close He went with
| the disciples north into the great
heathen center, Caesarea Philippi.
Here He asked them life's greatest
: question, "What think ye of the
Christ?" and Peter, blessed of God
| with true utterance, became the in-
1 strument for that confession of
! Christ upon which He could found
| His Church. Then there came from
! His blessed lips the prophecy of His
I death and resurrection which would
make it possible for all who believe
to become the sons of God and mem-
| bers of that Church.
I. The Question—Who is the Son
of Man? (vv. 13-17).
The question of Christ was general
I at first, and in the answer we find
j that the people of our Lord's own
day had a very high opinion of
| Him. They saw in Him the com-
bined merits of the outstanding char-
: acters of their generation. They
! knew that He was no ordinary indi-
vidual. He had made a striking
impi.ession on His own age, as in-
deed He has on every age of human
history.
Observe carefully that such a con-
fession of Christ is not sufficient.
It is not enough to acknowledge
Him as the great teacher, the per-
fect example, or the way-shower.
To deny His divinity, to take from
Him His place as Son of the living
God is to make of Him an impostor
and a fraud.
The personal question which fol-
; lows, "Whom say ye that I am?"
i is the supremely important question
from which no man can escape.
Neutrality is impossible. Whatever
we do or fail to do declares our'
| position. "What think ye of Christ?"
| is the touchstone which determines
j character, condition and destiny.
Peter by the grace of God had
come to the place where he recog-
nized the one with whom he was
having blessed fellowship in service
as the Messiah, the Anointed One,
the Son of the living God. We too
should be so responsive to the guid-
ance and control of the Holy Spirit
that He may be able to teach us
spiritual truth, which flesh and blood
can never reveal.
II. The Church—Its True Founda-
tion (vv. 18-20).
Christ, the Son of the living God,
is the rock upon which the Church
is built. The confession by Peter
of this fact is in response to the
question of Christ, "Whom say ye
that I am?" and hence clearly re-
lates to Christ, not to Peter, or to
anything in Peter's personality. He
was indeed blessed in his confes-
sion of Christ, but it is Christ who is
the rock upon which the powerful
and glorious Church is founded.
It follows without possibility of de-
nial that only that organization which
truly represents Jesus as the Christ,
the Son of the living God, has any
right to call itself a church. Count-
less are the groups calling them-
selves churches which are nothing
but social or intellectual clubs with
possibly a slightly religious flavor,
for they deny the deity of Christ.
Why are they not honest enough to
take their proper names and their j
rightful places in the community? :
Is it because they wish to have the
flnancial ^support of God's people
and bear the good name of the |
Church?
III. The Cross—for Christ and !
for Me (vv. 21-24).
The shadow of the cross falls j
across the little gathering of disci-
ples as the Lord tells them of His j
impending death on the cross. Note !
that He rightly coupled with the !
fact of His death the truth of the j
resurrection, which gives it true j
meaning and which carries us be- I
yond the darkness of Calvary to the
light and beauty of Easter morning.
Peter who had a moment before j
spoken for God, now becomes the j
mouthpiece of the devil. From con- I
fessing his Lord, Peter turned to j
tempting Him to avoid the cross, j
That he "meant well" does not ex- j
cuse Peter's folly, nor does it ex-
cuse the blundering though well- !
meaning misdirections which many
are giving to the souls of men in
our day. Had Jesus yielded to the
solicitation of the Evil One through
Peter, there would never have been
any redemption from sin wrought
out on Calvary's cross.
But we observe in verse 24 that
there is a cross for the Christian
as well as for Christ. Obviously
we can never bear His cross, He
alone could do that, but we are to
take up our own cross and deny
ourselves and follow Him. Self on
the cross—Christ on the throne-
such is the secret of real disciple-
ship.
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1878-B
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