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iliiH FREDERICK PALMER (Copyright. 1914. by SYNOPSIS. At their home on the frontier between c Browns and Grays Marta Galland and hr mother, entertaining Colonel Wester Img of the Grays, see Captain Lanstron at the Browns Injured by a fall In his aeroplane. Ton years later. Westerlingr. nominal vice but real chief of staff, re-en forces South La Tir and meditates on war. Me calls on Marta, who Is vis ting in the Gray capital. She tells him of her teaeh dk children the follies of war . and mar tial patriotism, and begs him to prevent war while he Is chief of staff. On the march with the E3d of the Browns Pri vate Stransky, anarchist, is placed under arrest. Colonel Lanstron begs him off. Lanstron calls on Marta at her home. lie talks with Feller, the gardener. Mart tells Lanstron that she believes Feller to toe a spy. Lanstron confesses it Is true. Lanstron shows Marta a telephone which SYlIer has concealed In a secret passage under the tower for use to beriefit the Browns in war emergencies. Lanstron de clares his love for Marta. Westerling and ttie Gray premier plan to use a trivial in ternational affair to foment warlike pa triotism in army and people and strike be fore declaring war. Partow, Brown chief of staff, and Lanstron, made vice, discuss the trouble, and the Brown defenses. Par tow reveals his plans to Lanstron. The Gray army crosses the border line and at tacks. The Browns check them. Artil lery, infantry, aeroplanes and dirigibles engage. Stransky, rising to make the anarchist speech of his life, draws the Oray artillery fire. Nicked by a shrapnel uplinter he goes Berserk and fights "all a man." Marta has her first glimpse of war in its modern, cold, scientific, mur derous brutality. The Browns fall back to the Galland house. Stransky forages. CHAPTER XI Continued. She was at the door of her mother's room, which was like an antique hop. Old plates lay on top of old tables, with rases on the floor under the tables. Surrounded by her treasures, Mrs. Galland awaited the attack; not as a soldier awaits it, but as that ven erable Roman senator of the story faced the barbarous Gauls neither disputing the power of their speare nor yielding the self-respect of his own mind and soul. She had lain down in her wrapper for the night, and the light from a single candle she still favored candles revealed her features calm and philosophical among the pil lows. Yet the magic of war, reaching deep into hidden emotions, had her also under its spell. Her voice was at once more tender and vital. "Marta, I see that you are all on wires!" "Yes; jangling wires, every one, jangling every second out of tune," Marta acquiesced. "Marta, my father" her father had been a- premier of the Browns "al ways said that you may enjoy the lux ury of fussing over little things, for they don't count much one way or an other; but about big things you must never fuss or you will not be worthy of big things. Marta, you cannot stop a railroad train with your hand3. This is not the first war on earth and we are not the first women who ever thought that war was wrong. Each of us has his work to do and you will have yours. It does no good to tire yourself out and fly to pieces, even if you do know eo much and have been around the world." She smiled as a woman of sixty, who has a secret heart-break that she had never given her husband a sou, may smile at a daughter who is both son and daughter to her, and her plump hand, all curves like her plump face and her plump body, spread open in appeal. Marta, who. In the breeding of her generation, felt sentiment as more or less of a lure from logic, dropped be side the bed in a sudden buret of sen timent and gathered the , plump hand in hers and kissed it. "Mother, you are wonderfuy" she said. "Mother, you are great!" After a lime, her ear becoming ac customed to the firing as a city dwel ler's to the distant roar of city traf fic, Mrs. Galland slept. But Marta could not follow her advice. If, tran- Rl'pntlv tit lpn5t cho liarl fmyrtA enmn. thing of the peace of the confessional, the vigor of youth was in her arteries; and youth cannot help remaining awake under some conditions. She tiptoed across the hall into her own room and seated herself by the win dow. The symbol of what the ear had heard the eye saw war, working !n tones of the landscape by day with . smokeless powder; war, revealed by its tongues of flame at night. Ugly bursts of fire from the higher hills spread to the heavens like an aurora borealis and brqke their messengers in sheets of flame over the lower hills the batteries of the Browns sprin kling death about the heads of the gunners of the Grays emplacing their batteries. Staccato flashes from a single point counted so many bullets from an automatic, which directed by the beams of the search-lights, found their targets in sections of advancing Infantry. Hill crests, set off with flashes running back and forth, de marked Infantry lines of the Browns assisting the automatics. There were lulls between the crashes of the small arms and the heavy, throaty speech of the guns; lulls that seemed to say that both sides had oaueed for a breathing poll; lulls that allowed the battle in the distance to be heard in its perva sive undertone. In one of them, when even the undertone had ceased for a few seconds, Marta caught faintly the roans of a wounded .man one of tns BT Charles Scribner's Sons) crew of a Gray dirigible burned by an explosion and brought in his agony softly to earth by a billowing piece of envelope which acted as a parachute. Fighting proceeded in La Tir in stages of ferocity and blank silence. The upper part of the town, which the Browns etill held, was in dark ness; the lower part, where the Grays were, was illuminated. . "Another one of Lanny's plans!" thought Marta. "He would have them work in the light, while we fire out of obscurity!" Soon all the town was in darkness, for the Grays had cut the wire in the main conduit shortly after she had heard the groans of the wounded man. There the automatics broke out in a mad storm, voicing their feelings at getting a company in close order in a street for the space of a minute, be fore those who escaped could plaster themselves against doorways or find cover in alleys. Then silence from the automatics and a cheer from the Browns that rasped out its triumph like the rubbing together of steel files. From the line of defense, that in cluded the first terrace of the Galland grounds as the angle of a redoubt, not a 6hot, not a sound; silence on the part of officers and men as profound as Mrs. Galland's slumber, while one of the Browns' search-lights, like some great witch's slow-turning eye In a narrow radius, covered the lower ter races and the road. Marta gave Intermittent glances at the garden; the glances of a guardian. She happened to be looking in that direction when figures sprang across the road, crouching, running with the short, quick steps of no body move ment accompanying that of the legs. The search-light caught them in mer ciless silhouette and the automatic and the rifles from behind the sand bags on the first terrace let go. Some of the figures dropped and lay in the road and she knew that she had seen men hit for the first time. Others, she thought, got safely to the cover of the gutter on the garden side. Of those on the road, some were still and some she saw were moving slowly back on their stomachs to safety. Now the search-light laid its beam steadily on the road. Again silence. From the upper terrace came a great voice, like that of he guns, from a human throat: "Why didn't we level those ter races? They'll creep up from one to the other!" It wa6 Stransky. In answer was another voice Del larme's. "Perhaps there wasn't time to do everything. If they get as far as the first terrace well, in case of a crisis, we have hand-grenades. But, God knows, I hope we shall not have to use them." After an Interval, more figures made a rush across the road. They, too, in Stransky's words, paid a price for seeing the garden But the flashes ; from the rifles and the automatic pro-1 vided a target for a Gray battery. The I blue spark that flies from an overhead i ironey or a mira ran, multiplied a hundredfold, broke in Marta's face. It was dazzling, blinding as a bolt of lightning a few feet distant, with the thunder crash at the same second, followed by the thrashing hum of bul lets and fragments against the side of the house. "I knew that this must come!" something within her said. If she had not been prepared for it by the events of the la3t twelve hours she would have jumped to her feet with an exclamation of natural shock and horror. As it was, she felt a convul sive, nervous thrill without rising from her seat. A pause. The next shell burst in line with the first, out by the linden-trees; a third above the veranda. "We've got that range, all right!" thought the Gray battery commander, who had judged the distance by the staff map. This was all he wanted to know for the present. He would let loose at the proper time to support the infantry attack, when there were enough driblets across the road to make a charge. The driblets kept on coming, and, one by one, the number of dead on the road was augmented. Marta was diverted from this proc ess of killing by piecemeal by a more theatric spectacle. A brigade com mander of the Grays had ticked an order over the wires and it had gone from battery to battery. Not only many field-guns, which are the ter riers of the artillery, but some guns of siege caliber, the mastiffs, in a sudden outburst started a havoc of tumbling walls and cornices in the upper part of the town. Then an explosion greater than any from the shells shot a hemisphere of light heavenward, revealing a shadowy body flying overhead, and an instant later the heavens were illuminated by a vast circle of flame as the dirigible that had dropped the dynamite re ceived its death-blow. But already the Brown infantry was withdrawing from the town, destroying buildings that would give cover for the attack in the morning as they went. Two or three hours after midnight fell a si lence which was to last until dawn, j The combatants rested on their arms, Browns saying to Grays, "We shall be ready for the morrow!" and Grays replying: "So shall we!" Marta, at her window, her eyes fol lowing the movements of the display. now here, now there, found herself j thinking of many things, as in the intermissions between the acts of a I drama. She wondered if the groan j ing, wounded man were crying for i water or if he were wishing that some one at home were near him. She thought of her talk with Lanstron and how feminine and feeble it must have sounded to a mind working in the in exorable processes of the clash of millions of men. She saw his left hand twitching in hie pocket, his right hand gripping it to hold it still, on that afternoon when, for the first time, she had understood his . Injury in the aeroplane accident as the tal isman of his feelings his controlled feelings! Always his controlled feel ings! She saw Westerling, so conscious of his strength, directing his chess men In a death struggle against Par tow. And he was coming to this house as his headquarters when the final test of the strength of the Titans was made. She hoped that her mother was still sleeping; and she had seconds when she was startled by her own calmness. Again, the faces of the children In her school were as clear as in life. She breathed her gratitude that the procession In which they moved to the rear was hours ago out of the theater of danger. In the simplicity of big things, , her duty, was to teach them, a future generation, no less than Feller's duty was the pursuing shadow of his conscience. She should see war. alive, naked, bloody, and she would tell her children what she had seen as a warning. Silence, except an occasional rifle shot silence and the darkness before dawn which would, she knew, concen trate the lightnings around the house. She glanced into her mother's room and marveled as at a miracle to find her sleeping. Then she stole down stairs and opened the outer door of the dining-room. A step or two brought her to the edge of the ve randa. There she paused and leaned against one of the stone pillars. Del larme himself was in a half-reclining position, his back to a tree. He seemed to be nodding. Except for a few on watch over the sand-bags, his men were stretched on the earth, mov ing restlessly at intervals, either in an effort to sleep or waking suddenly after a spell of harassed unconscious ness. CHAPTER XII. Hand to Hand. With the first sign of dawn there was a movement of shadowy forms taking position in answer to low spoken commands. The search-light yielded its vigil to the wide-spread beam out of the east, and the detail of the setting where Marta was to watch the play of one of man's pas sions, which he dares not permit the tender flesh of woman to share, grew The Searchlight, Caught Them in Mer ciless Silhouette. distinct. Bayonets were fixed on the rifles that lay along the parapet of sand-bags in front of the row of brown shoulders. Back of them in tha yard was a section of infantry in reserve, also with bayonets fixed, ready to fill the place of any who' fell out of line, a doctor and stretchers to care for the wounded, and a detachment of en gineers to mend any breaches made in the breastwork by shell fire. The gunner of the automatic sight ed his barrel, slightly adjusted its elevation, and swung it back and forth to make sure that it worked smoothly, while his assistant saw that the fresh belts of cartridges which were to feed it were within easy reach. In straw hat and blue blouse, shuf fling with his old man's walk, Feller came along the path from the gate. 'He was in retreat from the enticing picture of the regiment of field-guns In front of the castle that was ready for action. As the infantry had never interested him, he would be safe from temptation in the yard 'This is no place for you!" said one of the engineers. nw! "No, and don't waste any time, eir ther, old man!" said another. "Back to your bulbs!" Feller did not even hear them. For the moment he was actually deaf. "Fire!" said Dellarine's whistle. "Thur-r-r!" went the automatic in soulless, mechanical repetition, its tape spinning through the cylinder, while the rifles spoke with the human Irregularity of steel-tipped fingers pounding at random on a drumhead. All along the line facing La Tir the volume of fire spread until it Was like the concert of a mighty loom. The Gray batteries having tried out their range by the flashes of the au tomatic . the previous evening, were making the most of the occasion. "Uk-ung-n-ng!" the breaking jackets whipped out their grists. The re serves, the hospital-corps men and the engineers hugged the breastwork for cover. The leaves clipped from the trees by bullets were blown aside with the hurricane breaths of shrapnel bursts; bullets whistled so near Marta : that she heard their shrillness above every other sound. She was amazed that the houses still remained stand ing that anyone -was alive. But she had a glimpse of Dellarme maintain Ing his set smile and nnother.of Fel ler, who had crept up behind the au tomatic, making impatient '"come-on! come-on ! what-is-the-matter-with-you ?" gestures in the direction of the bat teries In front of the castle. "Thur-eesh thur-eesh!" As the welcome note sweDt overhead he waved his hands up and down in mad rapture - and then neeoed over the breastwork to ascertain if the prac tice were good. The Brown batteries had been a little slow in 'homing into action, but they soon broke the pre cision of the opposing fire. Now shells coming frequently fell short or went wide. The air cleared. Then a chance shell, striking at the one point which the man who fired it six thousand yards away would have chosen as his bull's-eye, obscured Fel ler and the automatic and its gunners in the havoc of explosion. Feller must have been killed. The dust settled; she saw Dellarme making frantic ges tures as he looked at his men. They were keeping up their fusillade with unflinching rapidity. Through the breach left in the breastwork she had glimpses, as the dust was finally dis sipated, of gray figures, bayonets fixed, pressing together as they came on fiercely toward the opening. The Browns let go the full blast of their magazines. Had that chance shell turned the scales? Would the Grays get into the breastwork? All Marta's faculties and emotions were frozen in her stare of suspense' at the breach. Then her heart leaped, a cry In a gust of short breaths broke from her lips as the Browns let go a rasping, explosive, demoniacal cheer. The first attack hacTbeen checked! " After triumph, terror, faintness, and a closing of her eyes, she opened them to see Feller, with his old straw hat brim torn and crownless now still on his head, rise from the debris and shake himself like a dog coming ashore from a swim. While the engi neers hastened to repair the breach he assisted Stransky, who had also been knocked down by the concus sion, to lift the overturned automatic off the gunner. The doctor, putting a hand on the gunner's heart, shook his head, and two hospital-corps men re moved the body to make room for the engineers. , For once Dellarme's cheery smile deserted him. There was no one left to man the automatic, so vital in the defense, and even if somebody could be found the gun was probably out of commission. As he started toward It his smile, already summoned back, was shot with surprise at sight of the gun in place and a stranger in blue blouse, white hair showing through a crownless straw hat, trying out the mechanism with knowing fingers. Del larme stared. Feller, unconscious of everything but the gun, righted the cartridge band, swung the .barrel back and forth, and then fired a shot. "You you seem to know rapid firers!" Dellarme exclaimed in blank incomprehension. "Yes, sir!" Feller raised his finger, whether in salute as a soldier or as a gardener touching his hat Jt was hard to 6ay. "But how where?" gasped Del larme. . ; - This time the movement of the fin ger was undoubtedly In salute, in per fect, swift, military salute, with head thrown back and shoulders stiff. Fel ler the gardener was dead and buried without ceremony. "Lanstron's class, school for offi cers, sir. Stood one In ballistics, prize medallist control of gun-fire. Yes, sir, I know something about rapid-firers," Feller replied, and fired a few more shots. "A little high, a little low right, my lady, right!" Stransky was back in his place next to the automatic and firing whenever a head appeared. He rolled his eyes in a characteristic squint of scrutiny toward the new recruit. "Beats spraying rose-bushes for bugs, eh, old man?" he asked. "Yes, a lead solution is best for gray bugs!" Feller remarked pun gently, and their glances meeting, they saw in each other's eyes the joy of hell. "A pair of anarchists!" exclaimed Stransky, grinning, and tried a shot for another head. . As if in answer to prayer, a gun ner had come out of the earth. Suf ficient to the need was the fact. It was not for Dellarme to ask questions of a prize-medallist graduate of the school for officers in a blue blouse and crownless straw hat. His expert sur-, vay assured him that before another rush the enemy had certain prepara tions to make. He might give his fighting smile a recess and permit himself a few minutes', relaxation. Looking around to ascertain what damage had been done to the house and grounds, he became aware of Marta's presence for the first time. "Miss Galland, you you weren't there during the fighting?" he cried as he ran toward her. . "Yes," she said rather faintly. "If I had known that I should have been scared to death!" . "But I was safe behind the pillar," she explained. "Miss Gtlland, you're Buch a good soldier plea6e and I'm sure you have not had your breakfast, and all good soldiers never . neglect their rations, not at the beginning of a! war! Miss Galland, please :" Yes, as he meant it, please be a good fellow. She could not resist smiling at the charming manner of hia plea. She felt weak and strangea little dizzy. Be sides, her mother's voice now came from the doorway and then her moth er's hand was pressing her arm. "Marta, if you remain out here, I shall!" announced Mrs. Galland. "I was just coming in." Dellarme, his cap held before him in the jaunty fashion of officers, bowed, his face beaming his happiness at her decision. "Come!" Mrs. Galland slipped her hand into Marta's. "Two women can't fight both armies. Come! I prescribe hot coffee. It is waiting; and, do you know, I find a meal in the kitchen very cozy." Being human and not a heroine fed on lotos blossoms, and being exhaust ed and also hungry, when she was seated at table, with Minna adroitly urging her, Marta ate with the relish of . little Peterkin in the shell crater munching biscuits from his haversack but the movement of the minute-hand on the clock-face became uncanny and merciless to her eye in its deliberate regularity. Dellarme had been told to hold on until noon, she knew. Was he still smiling? Was Feller still happy in playing a stream of lead from the automatic.? Was the second charge of the Grays, which must have come to close quarters when the guns went silent, going to succeed? Mrs. Galland had settled down con scientiously to play solitaire, a favor ite pastime of hers; but she failed to win, as she complained to Marta, because of her stupid way this morn ing of missing the combination cards. After a long intermission came an other, outburst from Dellarme's men, which she Interpreted as the response to another rush by the Grays; and this yelping of the demon was not that of the hound after the hare, as in the valley, but of the hare with his back to the wall. When it was over there was no cheer. What did thf: mean? Without warning to her mother she bolted out of the kitchen. Mrs. Galland sprang up to follow, but Minna' barred the way. "One is enough!" she said firmly, and, Mrs. Galland dropped back into her chair. In the front rooms Marta found havoc beyond her imagination. A por tion of the ceiling had been blown out by a shell entering at an up-stairs win dow; the hardwood floors were lit tered with plaster and window-glass and ripped into splinters in places. (TO BE CONTINUED.) SIMPLE ENGLISH NOT NEEDED Cub Reporter Got Something of a Jolt in His Interview With Educated Chinaman. Two San Francisco reporters were assigned to call on Chinamen and in terview them on an immigration meas ure pending in congress. One of the reporters was a cub and an Easterner, while the other, an experienced man, assumed the management of the as signment. "Gates," he said, after they had in vaded several Chinese shops without any important result, "yonder is a tea-store. Beat it over by there and talk to the boss about Chinese voting. I'll go in next door. Remember to use the very simplest English you got." . The cub went inside the tea-shop and thus addressed the proprietor: "John, how? Me me Telegraph, John! Newsnane savvv. John? Newspape print things. Un'stan'? We want know what John think about Chinaman vote all same Melican man. What John think Chinaman vote, see? Savvy, John? Vote? What think? , The Chinaman listened to all this with profound gravity and then re plied: ' "The question of granting the right of suffrage to Chinese . citizens who have come to the United States with the avowed intention of making this country their permanent home is one that has occupied the attention of thoughtful men of all parties for years, and it may in time become of para mount importance. At present, how ever, it seems to me that there is no exigency requiring an expression of opinion from me upon this subject. You will please excuse me." The cub went outside and leaned against a lamp-post to rest and re cover from a sudden faintness. Hia fellow reporter had purposely steered him against one of the best educated Chinamen In the United States. For China Stand. , WTien one has a china umbrella stand it is a wise plan to place a sponge in the bottom -of the Jar o keep it from being cracked or broken. The sponge not only prevents it from being broken, but also absorbs th water which drips from the umbrfelia iNiTKMriONAl SiKfSQIOOL .rLESSaRr;;- fBy K. O. SELLERS, Acting Director Sun day School Course, Moody Bible Insti tute, Chicago.) LESSON FOR NOVEMBER 22., JESUS AND PILATE. - LESSON TiSXT-Luke 23:13-25. Seo aJno Matt. 27:11-31. . GOLDEN TEXT - Pilate saHh unto them. What then shall I do onto Jesas, who is called Christ? Matt. 27:22 R, V. Thejalse witnesses (Mark 14:55-59) did not help to formulate charges against Jesus. These rulers did, how ever, make three accusations. (Luke 23:2) (a) "Perverting the nation" turning It to error; (b) "forbidding to give tribute to Caesar" treason, Csee Matt 17:24-27) ; and (c) "that he maketh himself Christ, a kinsr" e, g., his Messianic claims. Pilate (v. 14) seems to have dwelt upon the first as only worthy of consideration. I. Jesus and Pilate, vv. 13-19. This incident demands that we study care fully all that the other gospel writers have recorded; We have seen the ac cusation recorded by Luke. Matthew and Luke tell us of Pilate's question, "Art thou the king of the Jews?" and of the answer of Christ claiming that he was. Matthew records the silence of Jesus to the accusations of the chief priests and to Pilate at that time. Luke gives us the account of Pilate's perplexity, how Jesus was sent to Herod and of Pilate's second report to the Jews. Matthew tells of the offer Pilate made to release Barab bas or Jesus and of the message from Pilate's wife. Trial a Mockery. The trial before Annas and Caiaphaa was a hollow mockery. The Sanhedrin was fierce in its denunciation and to add disgrace and to impress Pilate that Jesus was dangerous, they led, him into his presence. Pilate soon saw the emptiness of their charges, and as we have suggested, dismissed all save that of "perverting the na tion." The Roman government keenly . watched for incipient rebellions. After examination he declares, "I find no fault in this man." He did not, how ever, dare incur the hatred and Tio lence of a Jerusalem mob, and so he temporizes. The fiercest light of crit icism declares Jesus to be impeccable, yet men temporize. After the dis graceful and degrading treatment Jesus received before Herod, he again stands before Pilate, and this time he is again declared to be innocent of the charges preferred against him. This is the turning point of this world's greatest tragedy. Pilate should have let him go, and would have had he not been a venal judge. "He who hesi tates is lost," is amply exemplified in this case. Pilate was In a worse case and vne where It became lees easy to drf right, whatever his inclinations (Acts 3:13) may have been, by not acting resolutely at this point It was easy for this weak-willed man then to yield to the determined wills of the enemies of Jesus, v. 24 R. V. Pilate found no fault in Jesus, neither did Herpd (v. 15), yet Pilate compromis ingly says, "nothing worthy of death," hence the 'suggestion that he be chas tised and released. This is typical of the temporizing, compromising, fickle poli ticians. These words at once sug gested to the Jews a custom of hav ing released unto them one whom they chose at this period of the year, and they cried out, "Away with this man, release unto us Barabbas." It was 4ti.,n muo ium iucbb, una accusers, repre senting the nation, "denied the holy and lust and rifslmhlo a m-nr-tiam" Acts 3:14. m -j h mjvj UljJV4, Pilate Tried to Save Christ. II. Jesus and Barabbas. vv. 20-25. Matthew adds to that awful cry, when Pilate has washed his hands in token N of innocency, "His blood be upon us" (Matt 27:25). The other writers give us some suggestions as to who Barabbas was, and makes this choice more appalling by way of contrast. III. The Teaching. This lesson is intended to center itself about Pilate. In it we see the struggle between con science and personal ambition. Pi late Was imnrPSRpd hv the wnrfla nf Christ. He told the priests and the l : j i. i p,. f . . . iuuii.jli.uuu luitt ue iuuna do lauit. in him. It appears that up to a certain nolnt hpi tripd tn rsva flirta tainly to the end he strove to avoid " the responsibility for his death. Sore- iy yres&eu ue temponzea ana tne tuunjrsauuu jrecuraea in jo nil je:33-s shows how profoundly Interested he was in this prisoner before him. Pilate knew whom he was dealing with as a politician, but did not know this "man of Galilee." He chose rath er to be "Caesar's friend" than to per form a righteous act according- to the dictates of his conscience. Pressed by the clamor of those whom he de spised, he sacrificed his conscience rather than incur their anger. The golden text focuses the personal . application of this entire lesson, " What shall I dp unto Jesus, which is ; called Christ?" As this question fell from the lips of ' Pilate it was an appeaV" to these who had asked for Barabbas. "What then shall I do?" was an acknowledgment of defeat an acquiescence to the will of the people, and a desire to shift the responsibil ity for the sheddin'o of innocent blood. This is the question of all questions which men have to face. Men are still following the course of Pilate, either they consent to his crucifixion or to his crowning.
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