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- I t . V V. 1 NWE A Family Newspaper: For the Promotion of the Political, Social, Agricultural and Commercial Interests of the Peopl. VOL. XXXII. SCOTLAND NECK, N. C., THURSDAY, MARCH 2, 1916. NO. 9. THE ALTH , . : . . ' . . 1 t ..... he BUURfcN Frorrv the Scenario COPyRiGHf. FIRST INSTALLMENT CHAPTER I. The Cryptic Coin. Kitty Gray, crack reporter on the livening Star, pulled out of her type writer the last sheet of paper and tfiled it on the little heap of finished copy which lay at her right. Then she closed her desk, stepped to the ward robe and took her coat and hat. Taking her little collection of copy papei from the desk, with the privi lege of long tenure in office she walked to the desk of the city editor,, who, al though himself a married man, had all this time; -without success tried to look at the work before him and not at the trim figure of Kitty Gray . mak ing ready for her luncheon journey. "When will you deign to return?" asked he with a certain lapse in jour nalistic dignity. "When I have a better story than this guff in the vernacular." Kitty's favorite lunching place was in one of the great department stores, where women were made welcome and comfortable, and she bent thither her steps; but midway in her journey she paused, as often she did, to gaze into the window of the little antique shop which occupied space in one of the unimportant side streets. Kitty Gray's eyes were arrested by something that she saw an object which she did not recall ever before to have noted in the window. It lay close to the glass, just tilted back so that it might be the better seen. It apparently was an old coin or part of one, curiously done in some dark metal, probably silver badly oxidized As Kitty bent down to examine it more closely, she saw that the coin bore an inscription, or what appeared to be such an inscription broken across by the fracture which had di- - idt J tlx? ln itself. " Her curiosity excited, Kitty Gray stepped into the little shop, whose proprietor she knew very well. "Good morning, Mr. Mainz," she said with the customary newspaper in version of the order of the day, "how's business? Any new fans, idols, coins?" "Coins? Vot? Sure, I got Bomet'ing new dot is olt. I choost t'ink of him. He iss only a part of himselluf. Should I show him to you?" "Oh, maybe I saw it in the window,' said Kitty, simling. "You mean the broken coin?" "Sure. Vait till I got him." She took up the coin now from the case, and some strange sort of thrill came over her as she did so, she could not tell why. What was its mes sage, halting, broken, incomplete? Did it hold a story? What was the story? "It's odd, isn't it?" said she, and laid it down again carelessly with a carelessness well" feigned, for Kitty Gray had bought antiques before now, and knew well enough when to sup press interest. "Odt? I should say it vas odt," re joined the old dealer. Kitty had picked up an inlaid mother of pearl fan and was studiously examining that now "How much?" asked she, holding up the fan. "For the broken coin?" "No, the fan." "I vant twelf tollar for him." "For the coin?" " No, for the fan. For the coin vat you gif me?" "Why, what earthly use would have for a broken piece of metal like that, Mr. Mainz?" 'Gif me for the fan eleven dollar, und I make you a present of the broken coin anyway." Kitty Gray's heart gave a sudden lit tie jump. She would have given twice eleven dollars for the coin itself, but she made a good pretense. "Eleven dollars is a good deal of money," said she. "I would have to go without lunch for quite a while." "You are Si goot sport, Miss Cray,' said the old dealer. "I dank you very mooch. I should wrap them up?" "The fan yes. Let me see the coin again." She pushed across the counter almost the last of the tightly folded bills in her purse. "Read the inscription for me, and I knock off two tollars from the fan!' said Mainz. "Vot is it? It is not Cher man, it is not Franzoesisch, it is not English. I am all those. But I could not read him." Kitty held before her the curious object, a slight frown puckering her brows. "Well, you see," said she, "it is broken right across on the right hand sids almost a third of the writing is gone. It says something about look ing for something under the floor, un der the pavement of some place of torture or torment." "Und vot next?" " 'Thesaur' that word's broken across, but it must 'mean 'thesaurus' that means 'a collection' a 'collec tion of value,' don't you know? . "The next line is one word; It's all there 'Regis,'" she went on. "That's plain. 'Rex' 'regis' It means Icing's' or 'of the king.' 'The king's treasures' what? By GRACE CUNARD 1915. & WPIOHT A.PAUR50ri "I'm down to the last words now. It is curious a proper name. It is only the Latin name of the kingdom of Gretzhoffen! That's a little bankrupt kingdom over in southern Europe, near the Mediterranean. I know about it did a story, about it once, the time the kingdom "was trying to float a loan in tnis country, l nad to read up a whole lot." "I bet you could did it. Miss Cray," said Mainz, admiringly. "Veil; goot by. Come again und tell me vot you find out, like a goot girl." "Sure," said Kitty, and .turned to leave, her coin clutched tightly in her hand. So intent was she on her pur chase that she did not notice she had dropped the package containing the sneu-ribbed fan. Vaguely missing something as she emerged- into the open air, she turned back, and almost ran into a man who had passed her as she came out. 'He was a foreign looking, individual, dark of hair and eyes and skin, strongly built, a figure such as one would note. He ..bowed now courteously enough as he handed her the package she had let fall. Kitty thanked him and hurried on her way. This stranger entered the shop and spoke in some foreign tongue to the old dealer, who shook his head. "No," said he, answering in English. I choost sold it to dot young lady who vent out. "Who is she? I know her very well. She is on der papers. , Better look out or she put you in der paper sure. Miss Kitty Gray vos an oldt frent of mine. She read like a book vot vos on the com. vy didn t you telephone maybe she sell it back to you I don't know, She wouldn't sold it back to me, I know dot. Vot! you are going?" CHAPTER II. , The B:i. Assignment. Kitiy Gray did not. go to her usual place for luncheon that day. Instead she hurried into a nearby delicatessen shop and bought a sandwich, which she put in her handbag. After this she hurried on back to the office. Ar rived there, without ceremony she went again to the desk of the city edi tor, and silently laid down before him her empty purse, her antique fan, her sandwich and her broken coin. Cutler looked up with professional calm. "Yes, Miss Gray? Why all this or derly array of fresh and interesting objects?" -. ' "r " "That is my story," said. she. "What makes you think so? Are you seeing things, Miss Gray?" "Look here." , . .. Kitty picked up the coin and showed it to him. See, it is broken quite across more than a third of it gone. The inscrip tion is Latin. It is not so much what is on the coin it is what is off of it, Perhaps it commemorates something. "Commemorates what, Miss Gray?" "Precisely what? That's the. story!" "By Jove!" Cutler was studying at the inscription. "Sub means .'under' what does it say? under the bam boo tree?" "No. 'under the sidewalk' or the 'flagstone,' or 'floor.' " - - Underneath the flagstone or 'pavement' or 'floor' 'in the angle' or 'corner' whatever that may be 'chamber ' of tprture' 'room of tor ments whatever' it is 'there will be found treasures' 'of the king' of "'Of Gretzhoffen J'" concluded Kit ty Gray. "You have not forgotten all your Latin, have you, Mr. Cutler? There is a story for you if we can only dig it out. There'd be an assign-1 ment, wouldn't there? I'd rather do that than society in the summer time." Billy Cutler, time-tried- -news man, grown thin and grim and gray in the business, sat for. just one moment in thought. "Wait a minute, please," said he at length, and rose to? leave the room. Kitty did wait anxiously enough, for what reason she could not tell. She sat at her own desk, the mysterious broken coin tight clutched in her hand. It seemed an hour before she saw the slender form of the city. edi tor returning from the door which led to the office of the manager and pub lisher of the Evening Star. . He looked at her thoughtfully as he approached. He held out a check. "Three thousand dollars!" Kitty Gray's eyes grew larger. "Expense money. Three months' vacation. Full powers as missionary plenipotentiary of the Evening Star to Gretzhoffen, ambassadress to any old place you happen to think of, Miss Gray.' I never knew the old man to go off his head before, but he. has this time." Tugging at her heart the swift feel ing that she was leaving her usual modest and safe line of life to ad venture upon something, perhaps fate ful perhaps indeed fatal Kitty Gray, sober-faced, turned from the door of the Evening Star and walked slowly toward the corner where , customarily she took her car for' home. She entered her apartment, cast one glance shout the first little room, and then paused. The rug in the hall was turned over at one corner was it hv .nnniriant? The pictures all hung on the walls. yet several were askew, and the lit tle wall-safe back of one of the pic tures which had held some small ob jects of little value, an old daguerreo type or two, some silver SDoons. a few gold pieces which she had cher ished had been broken open. Its contents now lay upon the floor. Amazed, Kitty stooped and Dicked them up, one by one. Nothing was missing even the gold coins were there. Nothing had been harmed Tint who had done this, and whv?" CHAPTER II. En Voyage. The great liner Anne of Austria lav in her slip at the dock, hpr triant pulses just throbbing now and then. Everywhere men and women were hurrying to and fro in the customary orderly confusion of the last few mo ments before the departure of. an ocean steamer. Calmly Kitty Gray passed on her way to the boat's oflice and asked for her mail and her key. k As she turned, she almost stumbled against a 'man who had just hurried aboard a dark: man,, thickset, foreign in appearance. " She had the strange conviction that she had seen him be fore. ... w . - Then she turned to settle herself down in her quarters. So far as she knew, she had not an acquaintance on the boat. Now, oddly enough, she recalled the face of the stranger, the dark-visaged foreigner whom she had met at the ship's office. Surely it must have been the same man who had handed her her package when she dropped it in the little antique shop! Why should he be on board this boat? Why should he recognize her, remember her for he had! Trust a woman to know that -he had he did. Yes, he had known her. Again a cold feeling of aonre- hension clutched at Kitty Gray's stout little heart. She .rose and tried to fling off her depression by means of a visit to the dining saloon. But for some reason she felt she, would be more comfort able or safe- in her own room. Here she lay down upon the single berth, which was directly beneath the porthole. - She woke she knew not when , nor. why woke with her eyes .".staring, passing in her instant from sleep to waking, .. . : -.-.- . - A face was looking in upon her! A than'' had been looking at her, or try ing to look at her, as she lay asleep Kitty Gray's instinct spoke to her some - message she could not tell what. Swiftly she caught the chamois bag from her bosom, and, emptying its main treasures into her hand, placed them in that other treasure house of woman her stocking. Again feeling the drowsiness invoked by the fresh salt air, at length she lay down , once more upon tne little couch and re signed herself more comfortably to slumber. But again she woke this time it was with a scream of terror. She had felt the touch of a hand. Some thing had tugged at her neck. She raised her hand. The cham ois bag was gone it was the jerk of the broken silk cord that had "I Choost Sold It to Dot Young Lady Who Went Out." awakened her! And there was the hand that had done it, a strong, dark hand, full-veined, hairy. It still clutched the bag it still was visible at the porthole. A ribbon end had en tangled itself for just an instant in the porthole fastening an instant long enough for Kitty to see what had been the hand that had committed this rob bery. But who was the robber himself? Quick as thought Kitty sprang to the door, ran down the deck, out the next deck door. The band was giving its first' saloon concert, and the decks were sparsely tenanted, it seemed. Far off towards the bow a man was pass ine what man she could not say. He seemed neither to hurry nor to linger. She could not make out who it was dared not hang upon him her own sus picion. She turned to the captain now( and made report of what had happened not once but twice; "but even as she went she smiled grimly to herself. The "It's Odd, Isn't chamdis 'bag was;-worthless it had held only a kerchief, a bit of powder puff, perhaps a little silver nothing more.- Her real treasures she knew where they Were ttow. i ne captain was outraged at what he learned when at length she gained admittance to his Cabin. With marine precision, ne acted at once. From that time on all through the voyage, a boat detective stood at each end of the passageway which led to Kitty's state room. : No trace of any other robbery could be found, nor any clue by which the intruder, could .be identified. . . i CHAPTER IVt . The Consul's Story. The business of $ny true American consul is to have known the father, or at least some relation, of any caller who comes from his own nation. Con sul Jethro Thompson of Ohio", cast away in the- melancholy enterprise of representing the dignity of "this repub lic .in this small ; nd . nOne-tdO-well-known prinoi)ality'eritzhonfii, was gladTealiylad U see Miss ,:Kitty Gray. And he knew really knew her father, or had done so at the ime when he was still living, -i "It's a grand ' little place,' Isn't it Gretzhoffen?" said Kitty smiling. "I-ve read about it and written about it before now. But this isn't a'vacation. really. I am on a big assignment, Mr. Consul. I may want your help the only trouble is, I don't know what I do want to do I am after a story, and I don't know where it is or what It is!" The gaunt, kindly old man smiled at her. "Well, my dear, rest assured that I will do all I can for you. And, between us, we ought" to start some thing, maybe; if it's stories ..you're after, you've come to the place where they grow, that's sure enough. Why, Miss Kitty, the story of the king of Gretzhoffen alone would fill a book.' "What do you know of Gretzhoffen, anyhow?" he asked suddenly. "You said you had written about it. I sup pose" .; . "Well, you see," replied Kitty, "when the big news story about the proposed Gretzhoffen loan its hawk ing about the street and its rejection when that came out I was put on the assignment of looking into Gretzhoffen in general. I remember that the old king's name "was Michael, wasn't it? "The one that died? Yes, Michael the First,. He was a good sort. His death was the. unluckiest thing that ever happened for this poor little peo pie: He was a good man. King Michael, and a strong one and a just. So much cannot Jbeiaid, I am thinking, of the new incumbent of the throne, Michael the Second. "You see, this Michael the Second is only a king in name, when it comes to facts. He is only a little lieutenant. He has been put on the job by a bigger and stronger man Count Frederick is the real power behind the throne in Gretzhoffen a strong and handsome man be sure you don't fall In love with ; him. What- Count Frederick plans no one knows. . Perhaps he has his own eye on the throne we can't tell what may happen. I say it is a tense sort of place,.. Gretzhoffen. But Gretzhoffen is brokeJ Michael, the king, is broke. Count Frederick, the Warwick of Gretzhoffen, also is broke. That is why they tried to make a loan in our own country. "But they didn't seem , to have the collateral no unused revenues noth ing which had not been used or spent or wasted. "When Michael the First died, his treasury disappeared. He was rich, the old king was rich in the name of Gretzhoffen. But the crown jewels, the imperial securities, the crown treasures of all sorts, the imperial mintage of every description they disappeared. There was rumor that the old king hid his treasures some where, but that he left some sort of a mysterious record by which they might be traced. No one know? just what was left for that record. It is known, however, or supposed, at least, that it was put into the possession of an old servant one of the few men the old king trusted. But this man finally gave up some, part of what he knew part of the proof, whatever it was to the new king, when he himself was about to die. "Between them, Count Frederick and Michael the Second bankrupted this kingdom, or at least Michael did. It It?" She Said. was their oyster, and they opened it and scraped the shell. "Now, in case the Count Frederick the big plunger, or his man Grahame or the little King Michael the Sec ond, should ever get hold of the re maining clue to the whereabouts of old King Michael's treasury pouf! you know what would happen then mere would. Miss Kitty, to quote a certain American ballad, 'be a hot time in the old town' in that case." "It's a story!" said Kitty Gray, draw ing a long breath. But a troubled light came to her eyes at the same time "How will a fellow dig it out?" she asked whimsically. CHAPTER V. The Encounter. Meanwhile, during the interview Kit ty Gray had with the American consul a scene of other import was enacting elsewhere in the Gretzhoffen capital In the interior of a white marble fronted palace, perhaps a mile or so distant from the humble quarters of the .American consulate, a tall, dark imperious man was pacing up and down restlessly, his eyes now and again turned upon the door of the great apartment, as though he expect ed someone to -enter. At length the door did open. A soft-footed servant appeared. "Monsieur Roleau, excellency," he announced. "What, Roleau!" exclaimed the tall man impetuously, as the visitor en tered. "What has kept you? The ship docked hours ago. And have you got it? Come, come, man!" The individual addressed as Roleau bowed deeply. "Excellency," he said "I came as soon as I could be sure I would not be watched." He was a man of dark complexion of strong and sturdy build, of broad shoulders and deep chest a man half a giant, one would have said but his eyes dropped as they met the stern gaze of him he addressed, as though he might have been his master. "You found it you succeeded, then tell me!" "Excellency sire yes." The newcomer extended a hand which trembled slightly. "I swear it was in this bag'he was offering a little chamois bag tied with a ribbon at the top a bag which apparently had been once suspended by the broken silk cord attached to it. "You say it was in this bag then why not now?" The tall man caught the little re ceptacle from the other's hands ripped it wide shook out the con tents. There fell into his hand upon the ttble near which he stood, only a few trinkets of a woman's toilet a little dainty handkerchief a coin, yes, a coin. The tall man held this up in his hand, his face distorted with rage. "What! a half-dollar of their cursed money! Curse you!" He half shrieked, and as he "did so flung the piece full in the other's face, with such violence that the skin broke under its im pact. "The coin!" went on the enraged speaker "what do you mean? Do you mock me, Frederick, your real mon arch? You shall die for this. YoU have failed you have not found it you have lost it!" His own eyes half starting from his head in his anger, he strode forward and caught the throat of Roleau in his two mighty hands, shaking him as he would have shaken a child. "Go!" he said, and flung him toward the door. ' It was as Kitty Gray, after leaving the American consulate, was speeding to ward her hotel in her hired vehicle that she caught sight of a man. stag gering from the side entrance of a great mansion house of white marble front. He seemed to have escaped from some calamity from an attempt ed robbery or murder. Without paus ing to ponder upon propriety, she halt ed her vehicle and sprang out, hasten ing over to the sufferer, who stood at the edge of the curb. "What is wrong?" said she. "You are in trouble you are hurt! Shall I take you home to some hospital to the hotel? Come in, you are wel come." The man looked at her mutely, hes itating. "Come, I. will carry .you where you like." She had him by the arm now, and unsightly as he seemed, hurried Mm into the door of her own vehicle and followed him. The Ritz, driver," she directed. And so, in the role of Samaritan, Kitty Gray made her second arrival that day at the stately hotel which she had selected as her own abode. All through the ride the man at her side remained silent, suffering acute ly. He turned his face away. Again there came to Kitty Gray the strange feeling that she felt something which she ought to recognize, she could not tell what. In truth, sympathy had the better of curiosity for the time. She did not examine her strange compan ion closely, only speaking to him an occasional word of sympathy and as surance. Suddenly remembering that she did not know who he was, and re membering sflso that her own conduct might be held a singular, she turned her companion ovei to the head porter of the hotel and hurrifci vway to her own room. Apparently the disfigured stranger remained at the hotel that night, for when, at eleven of the following morn ing, Kitty Gray emerged, properly ar rayed for a morning ride, she saw the stranger in the "hotel lobby, his face swathed in bandages. He seemed to be waiting for hei approach,' spoke to her some woixis in a tongue which she did not understand then changed to French and then to' English. - "If mademoiselle would permit me," he said, "I might be of use, even as I am. I know the city. Might I act as courier for the time? I would show my gratitude, if mademoiselle regards it as proper for me thus to do SO." . . . ':. Kitty Gray, actuated by no definite purpose, but governed by the impulse which she trusted in her trade, turned suddenly toward the curb where stood her hired motor car, and motioned to the man to enter. ' They passed on down the wide ave nue of the capital, a strange couple enough. Kitty looked curiously about her, studiously examining everything she saw. Yes, the old city was beauti ful, with its long lines of green trees, its stately edifices built by hands long stilled in death. Soon she began to find the need of a guide, and unobtrus ively the muffled figure at her side quietly suggested the information he thought might be of service. He point ed out some of the other large hotels mansion houses of this i or that court official, the hall of justice, the 'city hall, the great cathedrals, the royal palace, the palace of the Count Fred erick. ' "Yes," exclaimed Kitty Gray, "It was here that I found you yesterday The hotel of the Count Frederick. I know, yes, but why how did you "z. Her companion suddenly raised a hand, touched her arm gently, request ing silence. A great car, splendidly equipped and driven at rushing speed, came out of the very side street on. which Kitty Gray had found her companion on the previous day. In the car, his gloved hand resting on his stick, sat a tall man, erect, strikingly handsome in his own way, imperious- of air and. bold of gaze. ". Kitty Gray did not notice-, that her companion had shrunk back low into the seat. Her own eyes met those of the occupant of the advancing car. Kitty Gray was young and more than a little handsome. ' ' She had taken pains to turn herself out well as she might in view ofthe possible surroundings she might meet on her "You Shall Die for This." strange quest. To the bold eyes ot the tall stranger she must have seemed fair enough to look upon, for suddenly, as he passed, he stared at her direct ly, bowed, raised his hat yes, even smiled. "Who was that man?" demanded Kitty Gray fiercely of her companion. "He doesn't know me. And yet how like he looked to pictures I have seen. There was a man an interna tional spy, they said in our country some strange foreigner at the time of the Gretzhoffen loan fiasco. Yes, the two faces are strangely alike. Who is he?" : , ' "Of the other I know nothing," re joined her companion ; "but this he is the Count Frederick." "Count Frederick the pretender!" "Hush, mademoiselle, for God's sake hush! We do not dare you must not dare." ' "Fbllow!" said Kitty Gray sharply. "Now tell me more." (TO BE CONTINUES DIAZ MAY START EW REVOLUTION MEXICAN GENERAL IS SAIO TO BE EN ROUTE TO NATIVE STATE. ELUDED FEDERAL AGENTS Slips Out. of United States With In tention of Launching Revolution Against Carranza. Washington. Felix . Diaz, who has been watched for several- months by Department of Justice agents because of suspected activities in violation of American neutrality apparently has left the United; States for Mexico with the intention of launching a new revo lution again$t 'the Carranza de facto government. Information reaching of ficials here indicates that he" hopes to organize and lead the troops of his native state. Oaxaca. and such other forces in Southern Mexico as he can gather. about him.. General Diaz left New Orleans several days ago for Ha vana, where several Mexicans whose names have been associated with his in reports of a revolutionary move ment were understood to be awaiting him. Theodore Dehessa, a former governor general of Vera Cruz, and General .-. Aurelioana Blanquet, war minister under Huerta, were reported to be among them. Although Diaz eluded the federal agents detailed to watch him, depart ment of justice offcials said that" since no evidence warranting his arrest had been found, and as he left the country, according to reports, as a private citi zen of Mexico and not as a leader of any organised revolutionary move ment, nothing probably could have been done to detain him. General Diaz, a nephew of the for mer Mexican president of that name, has :been absent from Mexico since Huerta, whom he helped establish in power, sent him abroad on a- diplo matic mission. Most of this time hp has spent in the United States: Oaxaca, where Diaz is expected to launch his movement is the- only state that has held aloof. during the fight of the past- two years. Led by state officials the people declared their independence and Carranza and other leaders were told that the state would be glad to resume its. place in the Union whenever any one demon strated that he had restored a- stable central government. SHOULD BUILD SHIPS FAST. New Construction Should Be. Limited Only In Facilities to Build. " Washington. New construction for the navy should be limited this year only, by. the country's 'facilities to build. Rear Admiral Austin M. Knight, president 'of the Navy AVar -College, told the House Naval Conjmittee. If an adequate fleet is to be made ready by 1925, he declared, ah" immediate" in quiry should be made to determine the extent of these facilities and to plan for-teyen . greater buHdiug pro grams each .year until the United States' - Navy is the strongest force afloat. . - ' .-' "It is a big program, of course," said Admiral, Knight, "but. we have a big country to defend." . ". Only the limits of construction fa cilities, the admiral explained, had caused the general board to fix 1925 as the date the American fleet should equal any afloat. "If we could get it," he added, "I would say we need it now, today, to morrow." In reaching its decision, tlie wit ness said, the board had before it the spectre of a double assault against the Uni,ted States, with enemies- in the Atlantic and Pacific to, meet at the same time. He. said t.he fleet pro posed would meet any such combina tion that did not include England, and' he thought it unlikely that, a combination against the United States including that country ever would be formed. Asked if he had any reason to believe that there was danger of another ; combination, the admiral said "yes," but he was not pressed to amplify his statement. Pass Postoffiee. Bill. Washington. Over bitter and per sistent . opposition', the house passed the- annual postoffiee appropriation bill with its provisions for substitut ing a space basis for the present weight system of paying. railroads for carrying mails and prohibiting any in crease in the existing limit of 50 pounds on parcel posts packages. The measure., carries appropriations aggre gating 5321,000,000 to operate the pos tal system "during the coming year. The i fight against the space payment plan was hard fought. Haiti Treaty Ratified. Washington. The senate unani mously ratified the treaty with Haiti under which the United States 'assum es a protectorate over -the' turbulent island Republic, taking over' control of it? finances and police guaranteeing its territorial integrity and undertak ing to develop its resources. The treaty already has been approved by the Haitien Congress, and its terms virtually are ln operation under the eye of a strong American marine ex pedition. This treaty was negotiated last year with D'Artiguenave.
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