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PAGE FOUR Bfor republieatfoß- of » it or not otherwise per and also the 10-1 1 herein. publication of spee „.,-T ....... n» are alao reserved. Special Representative FROST, LANDIB A KOHN 225 Fifth Avenue New York Peoples’ Oas Building, Chicago 1004 Candler Building, Atlanta Entered as second class mail matter at the poetoffice at Concord, N. C-, un der the Act of March 3, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES In the City of Concord by Carrier: One Year : $6.00 Six Months 3.00 Three Months X 1.50 One Month .50 Outside of the State the Subscription Is the Same as in the City Out of the city and by mail in North Carolina the following prices will pre vail: One Year $5.00 Six Months 2.50 Three Months 1.25 I Less Than Three Months, 50 Cents a Month All Subscriptions Milst Be Paid in Advance RAILROAD SCHEDULE In Effect June 28. 1925 Northbound No. 40 To New York 9:28 P. M No. 136 To Washington 5:05 A. M. No. 36 To New York 10:25 A. M. No. 34 To New York 4 :43 P. M No. 46 To Danville 3:15 P. M No. 12 To Richmond 7:10 P. M . No. 32 To New York 9:03 P. M. No. 30 To New York 1:55 A M Southbound No 45 To Charlotte 3:55 P M No 35 To New Orleans 9:56 P. M. No 2ff To Birmingham 2:35 A M No 31 T" Augusta 5:51 A M No 33 To New Orleans 8:25 A M No 11 To Charlotte 8:05 A. M No 135 To Atlanta 8:35 P. M No 37 To New Orleans 10:45 A. M Train No. 34 will stop in Concord to take on passengers going to Wash ington and beyond. Train No. 37 will stop here to dis charge passengers coming from be vond Washington. fjL I X—FOR TODAY—I : II Bibla Thoughts memorized, will prove s jil |gj nrieelesa heritage in after year* jgi A Much Needed Prayer :—Ctcttte in me u clean heart. God: and renew a right spirit within me. Psalm 51:10. Prayer:—Come thyself. O Lord, in to our hearts and then they will be , continually renewed. ; ■' " t 1 NO LOCARNO WITHOUT THE , LEAGUE. j < In Ihe Locarno pacts Ihe League of * Nations or the Covenant of the League is referred to 42 times. In the Rhineland pact between Ger many, Prance and Belgium. Great \ Britain and Italy, containing 10 ar- , tides, the League or the Covenant is ( mentioned 18 times. Commenting on the dependence on tile League, the 1 Springfield Republican says: . ' If Mr. Wilson were alive he could j pertinently ask what makes these Lo carno security pacts worth while; that is to say, what gives to these se curity pacts security. Obviously It is a very practical regional applica- j tion, working through the guaranties | offered especially by Great Britain and , Italy in the west, of the principle . embodied in Article 10 of the League < Covenant. What was that celebrated, article: "The members of the League un dertake to respect and preserve as against external aggression the ter ritorial integrity and existing politi cal independence of all members of the League. In case of any such ag gression. or in ease of any threat or danger of such aggression, the Conn- i cil shall advise upon the means by which the obligation shall be fulfill ed.” Article It) was attacked in this i country during the League debates because it contemplated the use of : forces as a‘ last resort to keep the world's peace. The aggressor nation was to be collared and put down. That is precisely what is agreed to in the Locarno pacts within a linrted area of Europe. Without it. no Lo carno. ’. Friends of Woodrow Wilson at , tempted many times to g<K him to ’ eliminate or Change Article X but he would not, do it. To the last he con tended ed tlfat “Article Ten is the * heart of the covenant.” And now we ’ find, six years after peace was made j I possible by the signing of the treat-1 ies, his principle forms the basis for one of the strongest pacts drawn up between nations for the establishment' of world peace. ; FIFTY YEARS AS AN EDITOR. For fifty years on a stretch Col. WaJo H. Harris has been newspa •per editor in the Tur Heel State and it was no more than fitting that he should be the center of one of the most interesting and spontaneous gath erings ever held members of the | Fourth Estate in North Carolina. The I* testimonial banquet in Charlotte in honor of‘the editor of The Observer If. was attended by newspaper men from all section* of the State and in uddi |v Con there were other often who by ji their labors have attained places of £v prominence in other careers. It was IvS-it is»o less truc*tbat bis tab fc cuts have filnyed no little part In the prances along all Ones that North Ma»‘v hind things were said about Mr. Harm in the course of the ban quet: frequent were the remarks of commendation and praise which he ’so justly received. He has toiled ; faithfully for his profession and for l the entire State and South as well, I and at the conclusion of his fiftieth active year he has that satisfaction that comes with the. knowledge that one has contributed mnch that is worthwhile to his fellowmen. HITTING THE PROPER STRIDE AGAIN. Cotton mills are hitting their prop er stride again so far as orders are concerned, judging by activities in lo cal textile plants. Every mill in the county is utilizing every possible op erating hour, yet it is said that some of the mills have enough orders to warrant day and night shifts for six months. The water shortage undoubtedly will prove a great blessing to the cotton mill industry. The market was | rather unsettled when the drought made it necessary for the mills in 1 this section of the country to operate j on part-time schedule, but the mar ket began to steady soon after the 'Curtailed program was started. The] market had opportunity to sell off ae- 1 cumulated goods and this condition 1 naturally brought about new orders. | It : s certain that the mills will end 1925 with orders on hand and that they will begin 1026 with conditions looking better than- they have in re cent years. Dividend checks may not be so large at the end of the present year but they are almost sure to come from plants that during the lat ter part of 1024 and the first part of 1025 made but little money. BENJAMIN DUKE GIVES $50,000 TO MEREDITH Five Hundred Shares of Duke Power SNyik Goes do College's Endow ment Fund. Raleigh, Nov, 10—Meredith C<d ege got $50,0<)0 from Benjamin X. Duke for endowment today. The Baptist school for girls draws 500 shares of Duke power stock, flic very thing desired by President Charles E- Brewer, who received direct from Mr. Duke tilt* letter mak ing the eontributiiou to the college endowment. Meredith is preparing to mbvc to the .site three miles from Raleigh. Its new $1,01K),<1(00 plant will need the $50,000 and every Bap tist hereabouts is congratulated oa the gift. Colonel Fred A- Olds. Raleigh News and Observer. We talk, oftentimes, in good round phase- about community service, about unselfish devotion to this or that cause, and so frequently we lack the personification of these virtues. We prate of friendliness, of optimism, of unsclfishuess without having in tuiud a living, mouthing example. It is altogether proper that the American Legion, when it sought to establish a Hall of Fame for Raleigh its a means of acknowledging ser vice to the community and its people, should have selected Colonel Fred A. Olds as the first man to honor. Honor to Colonel Olds is long over due—unless you measure the uni versal esteem in which the inde fatigable Colonel is he’d in North Carolina. In that case, his cup is full anil running over. And we have no doubt that could Colonel Olds have the choice between tin* living, glowing appreciation in the hearts of those whom he has served and whose lives he has touched at stupe point through the years, and some tungible recognition of his service, he would ehoo*e the first. But is a happy thing that he may have both- Raleigh and North Caro lina now know that when a com mittee of judges representing the various civic organizations of the State’s Capital searched ont for one man to honor, when this committee canvas-cd the field for the one whose service was such that lie should be elected first in the Raleigh Hall of Fame, this committee unanimously close Colonel Olds. If there has been anything spec tacular in tlie work of Colonel Olds it has been in tirele-s devotion to a service in which there was no selfish reward and'out of w hich there could , be no hope of reward. On'onel Olds has buried himself ill work. Other men have none that and the place of their entombment has glistened with gold. They have literally buried themselves under their riches. Colonel Olds has buried himself in service. And when the final sum mons comes to him as it must come to ail of us, he needs no more fitting memorial. He is the embodiment of a friend- I 'iness that know no bounds, the liv ing examp'e of the optimism that rights dark way--, a man in whom un j selfishness is, in truth, selflessness. : Woman Editor Begs Mercy fop Her Successor. Wyoming’s on’y woman editor, Mts> Carolina Lockhart, pubrisher of tV. Cody Enterprise and uuthor of sev era 1 nopu'ar novels has sold her paper and retired from the newspaper ira n* to devote her entire time to writ ing. Anio uncement of the change in The Eeaterprise reud in par(: “Wit*’ this issue, our. great, moral uplif' sheet —The Cody Enterprise — becomes the property of V. 11. A bra'i am son who purchased the newspaper this week from the present owners. We had our play at it and feel that we must get down to work if ,we are to accomplish anything liefoye we reach our dotage. . . . Publishing a : country newspaper- is much like tjik i ing ctire of a teething infant or a ! ty.i.’uoid patient. It has its compep , saljonH.raud: We have wßj&ftd&t.SJHftd . it 'hiy.wdth-something of regret flint we see our child become the property of auother. . . . Ho, taking the of fice cat ju one hand, gad 8. A. Wat bins’ picture I Watkins is a Cody 1 attorney) )i» the other, we hand Vic the key and m«V God have mercy ou t Jus jotil. Goudby.* . „ Published by Arrangement with Firet National Pictures, Inc, and Frank Lloyd Productions. Inc. ■> v j CHAPTER XXIX. (Continued) ' Rouietta pressed her closer, mur muring: “Colonel Cavendish is a fine man—l’m sure he understands. You’ve undergone a dreadful ordeal, but—it’s nearly over. He’s sending for now. She can tell a good deal, if she wiH.” “About the theft, yes. But what about the—murder? Joe McCaskey did it. There’s no doubt about that. Henri weakened, after I gave him his chance. He got to dmking, I hear, and evidently he conceived the notion of telling those men. He may have gone to Warn’ them, to appeal to them. I don’t know. Then they must have quarreled. It’s all clear enough when you understand the inside facts. Without knowing them, it was natural to suspect Pierce, so— l did what I had to do. I doubt if Laure knows anything about this part of the affair.” The two women were still talking when Laure entered, in company with the Mounted Police officer who had been sent to fetch her. At sight of them she halted; a sudden pallor came into her cheeks; she cast a glance of alarm about (jer as if seek ing retreat; but Colonel Cavendish grimly invited her to follow him, and stepped into his .private office. The new-comer faltered; then with a defiant toss of her head and with lips curled in disdain she obeyed; the door closed behind her. Rouietta and the Countess Cour teau fell silent now. They; found nothing to talk about, and in spite of themselves they strained their ears for some sound from the other room. Even Miss Cavendish seemed vaguely to feel the suspense, for she finally took her stand beside a frost rimed window and engaged her self in tracing patterns thereon with the tip of her finger. An occasional stormy murmur of voices, deadened by the thick log partition, indicated that Laure and her inquisitor were not getting on well together. Suddenly the girl at the window started; her apathy vanished; her expression of boredom gave place to one of such lively anticipation as to draw the attention of the two other women. A magic change came over her; she became suddenly ani mated, alive, atingle in every nerve; her eyes sparkled and a now ,color flooded her cheeks. The alteration interested her observers; they were mystified as to its cause until a quick step sounded in the entry and the door opened to admit Pierce Phillips. It was natural that he should first see Miss Cavendish, and that he should greet her before recognizing the other occupants of the room. It was natural, too, that he should be a trifle nonplussed at finding Hilda here; nevertheless, he managed to cover his lack of ease. Not so, how ever, when, a moment later, the door to Colonel Cavendish’s office opened and Laure, of all persons, appeared > therein. Quickly Pierce inferred the' reason for his summons, but, hap pily for him, he was spared further embarrassment. Cavepdish called to him, took him by the hand in the friendliest manner, and again disap peared into his retreat, drawing the young man with him. Brief as had been the interrup tion, both Hilda and Rouietta hid gathered much from it; their infer ence was borne out when Laure paused before them and in a voice subdued by the very force of her agitation exclaimed: “Well, I hope you're satisfied! I got it, and got it good.” Her face was livid, her dark eyes were blazing wrathfully. She outthrust a shaking hand and unclenched her fingers, dis playing therein a eroifipled 4 sheet of pink paper, a printed official form, the telltale tint of which indicated its fateful character. Both of her hearers were familiar with the so called “pink tickets” of the Mounted Police; every one in the Northwest . Territory’, if fact, knew what they were—deportation orders. But in a tone hoarse and suppressed Laure read, “ '■—leave by the first safe con veyance !’ That’s what it says—the first safe conveyance. I suppose you’d like it better if it were a blue ticket and I had to leave in twenty four hours. You put it over, but I won’t forget. I’M get even with you." “We had nothing to do with that," the Countess declared, quietly. “I’m sorry you take it so hard, but—it serves you right” “Who wouldn’t take it hard? To be expelled, fired out like a thief, a —” The girl’s voice broke; then she pulled herself together and uttered a quavering, artificial laugh. She tossed her head again, with an ob vious attempt at defiance. "Oh, it takes more than a pink ticket to down me! Anyhow, I’m sick of this place, sick of the people. I hate them.” With a vicious fling of her shoulders she swent on to a seat as far from them as possible and sank into it. . « ... 1.1 So the girl had confessed. Hilda reflected. She was glad, for Fierce’s sake, that this miserable 'complication was in process of clearing up and that • he would be finally and com » exoneratedshe was glad, at her efforts in his -behalf, her humiliation, had borne fruit. He would never khow how high he had made her pay, hut that was all right. She felt very gently toward him at this moment, and-rxperienccd a cer tain. wiftful desire Chat he might un derstand how unselfish bad been her part It might make a, difference; probably it would, Things qbw Were not as they had been. She was a free woman. This thought obtruded itself insistently into the midst of her meditations. Yfe, Courtean was »ne; there TOs no reason now why i fte coups not look any pan honestly h the eye. Os course, there was the comm &Aity mzbm the same disparity in years between her and Pierce which she had recog nized from the beginning, but, after 1 all, was that necessarily fatal? He ' had loved her genuinely Snough at • one time. Hilda recalled that windy I night on the shores of Linderman 1 when the whimper of a rising storm cam.e out of the darkness, when-the ; tree-tops tossed their branches to the ’ sky, and when her own soul had • broken its fetters and defied restraint i She thrilled at .memory of thos strong young arms about her, those : hot Irps pressing hers. That was a ' moment to remember always. And 1 those dreamy, magic days that had followed, the more delightful, the more unreal because she had deKber : ately drugged her conscience. Then that night at White Horse! He had told her bitterly, broken-heartedly, . that he could never forget Perha; even yet — With an effort Hilda Courteau roused herself. Never forget? Why, he had forgottenjh very next day, as was quite natural No, she was a foolish sentimentalist, and he—well, he was just one whpr fate had cast for a lover’s role, one destined to excite affection in women, good and bad. Some day he would find his mate and—Hilda belieVed she loved him well enough to re joice in his happiness when it came. There spoke the maternal instinct which Phillips had the knack of rous ing; for want of something better, she determined she would cherish that. Meanwhile Laure sat in her cor ner, her head bowed, her veiy soul in revolt. She was tasting failure, disappointment, balked desire, and it was like gall in her mouth. She could have cried out aloud in her rage. She hated these other women whom she blamed for her undoing: she hated Cavendish,' Pierce Phillies, herself. "It serves ihe right,” she told her self, furiously. "I deserve the pink ticket for making a fool of myself Yes, a fool! What has Pierce ever dpne for me? Nothing. And I—: ’ Before her mind’s eye came a vision of the opportunities she had let slip, the chances she had ignored. She knew full well that she could have had the pick of many men—the new made millionaires of Dawsonr-but instead she had chosen him. And why? Merely because he had away, a smile, a warm and pleasing per sonality—some magnetic appeal too intangible to identify. It was like her to make the wrong choice— she always did. She had come North with but one desire, one determina tion —namely, to make money, to reap to the full her shbre of this free harvest. She had given up the life she liked, the people she knew, the comforts she craved, for that: and for nothing else, and what a mess she had made of the venture! Other girls not half so smart, not half so pretty as she, had feathered, their nests right here before her ■ eyes, while she was wastihg her time. They had kept their heads, and they would go out in the spring, first class with ;ood clothes and a bank roll in the purser’s safe. Some df them were married and respectable. “Never again!” she whispered to herself. “The next one will pay.’" Chagrin at the treatment she had* suffered filled her with a poisonous hatred of pll mankind, and sound lessly she cursed Phillips as the; cause of her present plight. Such thoughts as these ran turn-’ bling through the girl’s mind; her' rage and her resentment were real enough; nevertheless, through this overtone there ran another note; a small voice was speaking in the midst of all her tumult—a small voice which she refused to listen to. 1 “What 1 ever saw in him I don’t ' know,” she sneered, goading herself To further bitterness and stiffening her courage. “I never really cared for him; I’m tbo wise for that. I don’t care for him now. I detest' the poor, simple-minded fool. I hale him.” So she fought with her self, drowning the persistent piping of that other voiet. Then her eyes dropped to that fatal -*->-'er in her lap' and suddenly venom fled from her. She wondered if Cavendish would tell Pierce that" he had given her the* pink ticket Probably not. The Mounted Police were usually close mouthed about such things, and vet —Laure crushed the paper into a crumpled ball and furtively hid it in the pocket of her coat; then she’ raised wild, apprehensive eyes to the door. If only Yhe dared slip out now, before Pierce reappeared, be fore: he had a chance to see her. It' seemed as, if she could not bear to have hits know, but—Cavendish had ordered her to wait "My Godl’ s the girl whispered. “I’ll die, if he knows! I’ll die!” She began to tremble wretchedly and to wring her hands: she could not remove her ga?e from, the door. This waiting-room at the Barracks' ' had housed people of divers and, many sorts during its brief history;' 1 >t had harbored strained faces, if 1 had been the scene of strong emo ! tional conflicts, but never, perhaps, I had its narrow walls encompassed; emotions tn wider contrast than those experienced by the four silent worn • en who waited there at this moment,’ ; One object of interest 'dominated. 1 the thoughts of each of them. These thoughts were similar m nature and t sprang from the same starting-point - Curiously enough, . however, they, - took channels as wide apart as the! r poles. V ; . Josephine Cavendish had heard : just enough about the incidents of ; the previous ttiftfht. to awaken herl 1 apprehensions andjto stir her f^M r Count I roused her indignation and her fight-1 ing-blood. Unable to endure the ws* pease of idle waiting, she had sought relief by assuming a sort of sentinel post where she could watch develop ments. It was something to be close to his affairs. It was next to being close to him; hence the reason of her presence and her insistence upon remaining. *, In her mind there had never heen the slightest question of Pierce’s in nocence; any doubt of it, expressed or implied, awoke in her a sharp and bitter antagonism quite remarkable; no bird could have flown quicker to , the aid of her chick, no wolf mother 1 could have bristled more ferociously i at threat to her cub, than did this I serene, inexperienced girUwoman at | hint of peril to Pierce Pmllios. And j vet, on flie surface, at least, she and • Pierce were only friends; He had | never voiced a word of love tel her. But—of what use are words when hearts are full and when confession lurks in every glance, every gesture; when every’ commonplace is thrilling and significant? In her eyes no disgrace whatever attached to him as a result of tho notoriety he had suffered. On the contrary, she considered him a mar tyr, a hero, the object of a deep con spiracy. and his wrongs smarted her. He was, in short, a romantic figure. Moreover, she had recently begun to believe that this entire situation was contrived purely for the purpose of bringing them together, of ac quainting them with each other, and of testing the strength of their mu tual regard. These other women, whom she saw to-day for the first time, she v considered merely extra figures in the drama of whiqh she and Pierce played .the leads—wit nesses ig the case deserving no at tention. She would be grateful to them, of course, if they succeeded in helping him, but, at best, they were minor characters, supers in the cast. Once Pierce strode into the sceno she forgot them entirely. Once Pierce himself strode into the scene, she forgot them entirely. What a picture her lover made, she reflected; how he filled her eye! What importance. he possessed! Surely the world must see and feel how dominant, how splendid he was. It must recognize how impossible it would be for him to do wrong. The mere sight of him had set her to vibrating, and now inspired in her a Certain reckless abandon; guilty or innocent, he was her mate and she .would have followed him at a word. But—he was innocent; it was her •part to wait here as*oatiedtly as she could until the fact was proved and until he could ask that question igfiich forever trembled between ‘ . Such thoughts as these were im possible to conceal; they were mir rored upon the face of the colonel’s daughter as she stood \aptly gazing at the door through which Pierce • Phillips had disappeared. Her lips 1 were parted; 'the shadow of the smile his coming had evoked still lingered upon themg her soul was in her shining eyes. Unknown to h*, at least one of the other women present had read her sudden emo tions and now watched her curiously, with an intent and growing aston-J ishment. Rouletta Kirby had been as quick as the Countess to correctly interpret Laure’s chagrin, ant) she, too; had axperienced a tremendous retiet Oddly enough; however, she had ftlt no such fierce and jealous exulta tion as she had anticipated; there had been no selfish thrill such as she had expected. What ailed her? she wondered. While groping for an an swer, her attention had botn chal lenged by the expression tipon Miss Cavendish’s face, and vaguely she jegan to comprehend the truth. Breathlessly now she watched me girl; slowly conviction grew into certainty. ~ - . So! That was why the colonel’s •daughter was here. That was why, at sound as a certain step, she had become glorified. That was why had been blind to her own and Hildas presence m the room It would be untrue to say that Rouletta was not/shocked by this discovery. It came like*a thundgr «afc and its 'very unexp«tedness jolted her mind out of, the ruts it had been followtpg these many days. I But, astonishing to relate, it caused |A»r no anguish. After the first nd anoit or two -of •dizzy bewilderment ihad passed she found that her w! ole I being was -galvanized info new life ■fold the eyes of her soul were opened to a new light. I (To be continued) s# . V :^’ v ; , t &?, * : DINNER STORIES ■'Guess my girl in .college has changed ber mind about basketball. She is evidently going in for some . thing more useful.” “How so?” “Now she writes that she has made the scrub team.” r Green Stuff. G'.adys: "Heavens 1 Here’s father coming!” Cecil: “Well, it’s all sight. He can’t eat me.” Gladys: "He may do it when he I sees what you’re like—he's a vege tarian.” A salesman called upon a grocer and at the same time a poor woman entered soliciting alms. The grocer, wishing to p'.ay a joke on the sales man. told the woman to “ask the bos,” yt the same time pointing to the other man. The salesman, turning to the grocer who was smaller than he, said: “Boy, I give this poor old woman a dollar . out of the till.” J The grocer paid. | Newwed—l insured my life for $lO,- 000 today, dear, bo if anyth ng hnp- I pens to me, you’ll be well provided for. > His Bride—Oh, how nice! Now you won’t have to see the doctor about your cough. Phopcr—Hello, Central! 1 want Blank 5407—and say, get it quick, like they do in the movies. Mother—Carlos, what in the world are you doing to your father? •Carlos—J’m painting a spider web on his head so the flies will keep uwa.v. “Still a bachelor?" “Necessity or choice?” “Both. My necessity, her choice." Battered Motorist (waking up)—; Where arn.l? Where am I?, ,• Nur.-;e—/phis isTiumher 110. Hotui ist—Room or cell? r At school a little girl was asked the number of her house “Please,’ I don't know!” she said. “Tut, tut.” -a ; d the teacher. “Bring it t'-m -rrow. wi’l voti ” Next day came, and the teacher astau lie. uif sue liau the number o her house. “I’lcasc no," said the little gir’ “It,’* filed on so lightly I could not get it off." Teacher—.lf I said, “I’m beautiful, what tense would that be? Pupil—Past tense. The finest import ed Flower Bulbs, Narcissus Hya cinths, Choice Tu lips and Lilies di rest from France and Holland. —atr— Pearl Drug* Co. Jn the Square Phone 88 Stuffed Country Style Sausage Liver Pudding, Native Pork Chops and Pork Ham \ i A '• M A ■ ■ Sanitary Grocery Company Phones *686 and 676 tm—„..... •••. i-mu?* r ttus* Al /1 rUt/VHI. 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We own our’own j jj! building no rent to pay. 1 \ j BELL-HARRIS FURNITURE CO. ‘ 0/f:r' . y//ummatm Improved working eon ditions increase the poB- jjH sibilities of turning your etiergies into cash. Equip Jm your office with lighting fixtures that aid your ski eyes. We cant help you Tl do this. Inspect our fix- Jr Hurl's. K “Fixtures of Character” \V. J. HETIICOX 1 W. Depot St. Phone 089 [3 I Better Service j Realizing it is our duty | to render better service, ; we have added the latest 8 model ambu’ince to 6ur a | equipment which is at jj l 2 Voiy service day of night. 8 8 PHONE 8 r 1 : Wilkinson’s | Funeral Home 1 CONCORD, N. C. Tuesday, We cariry at all times a complete line of genuine Buick pails, will be glad to supply you. I STANDARD BUFCKCO. 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