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The Christian ,: -. .. and , Amusements Br REV WILLIAM EVANS, D. D. .MoasrBiUel 0LD MACGMTH TEXT-CoL 1:11 SYNOPSIS. Georr Perclva.1 Alrernon Jones, vice president of the Metropolitan Oriental 'Ru company of New York, thirsting for romance, la In Cairo on a bualneM trip. Horaoe Ryanne arrives at the hotel In iCalro with carefully (uarded bundle. Ryanne aells Jonea the famoua holy Yht ordea rue which be admlta having atolen .from a paaha at Bagdad. Jonea meeta Major Callahan and later la Introduced to Fortune Chedsoye by a woman to whom In bad loaned 160 pound at Mont Carlo some months previously, and who turn out to be Fortune' mother. Jonea takea Mr. Chedsoye and Fortune to a polo game. Fortune return to Jonea the money borrowed by her mother. Mr. Chedsoye appear to be engaged In some 'mysterious enterprise unknown to the daughter. Ryanne Interests Jonea In the United Romance and Adventure com pany, a concern which for a price will arrance any kind of an adventure to or- -der. Mra. Chedsoye, her brother. Major Callahan, Wallace and Ryanne, a the United Romance and Adventure company, Slan a risky enterprise Involving Jones, .yanne make known to Mr. Chedsoye his Intention to marry Fortune. Mra Chedsoye declare she will not permit It Plan are laid to prevent Jones sailing for home. Ryenne ateal Jonea' letter and cable dispatches. He wire agent In Mew Tork, In Jone' name, that he la renting house In New York to some Mend. Mahomed, keeper of the holy carpet, la on Ryanne' trail. Ryanne Sromlse Fortune that h will see that one comr to no harm a a result of his purchase of the rug. Mahomed accosts Ryanne and demands the Yhlordea rug. Ryanne telle him Jone haa the rug and auggeeta the abduction of the New York merchant aa a means of securing its re turn. The rug disappears from Jonea room. Fortune quarrels with her mother when the latter refuses to explain her mysterious actions. Fortun gets a mes sage purporting to b from Ryanne ask' Ing her to meet him In a secluded place that evening. Jones receives a message asking him to met Ryanne at the Engnsn Bar the same evening. Jone I carried off Into the desert by Mahomed and hi accomplice after a desperate fight tie discovers that Ryanne and Fortune aleo are captlvee. the former 1 badly battered and unconscious. CHAPTER XIII (Continued.) . A good flr was started, and the fu nereal aspect of the oasis became quick and cheerful. A little distance from the blaae, George saw Fortune . bending over the Inanimate Ryanne. She was bathing his face with a wet handkerchief. After a time Ryanne turned erer and flung Ills arms limply across his face. It was the first sign of life he had exhibited since the start. Fortune gently pulled aside his anna and continued her tender mercies. "Can I help?" asked George. "Ton might rub his wrists," she answered. It seemed odd to him that they should begin In such a matter-of-fact way. It would be only when they had fully adjusted themselves to the situation that questions would put forth for answers. He knelt down at the other side of Ryanne and mas saged his wrists and arms. Once he paused, catching his breath. "What Is it?" she asked. "A rib seems to bother me. Itll be all riant tomorrow." He went on with his manipulations. "Is he badly hurt?" "I can't say." . His knowledge of anatomy was not wide: still, Ryanne'e arms and legs worked satisfactorily. The trouble was either In his head or back of his ribs. He put his arm under Ryanne's shoulder and raised him. Ryanne mumbled some words. George bent down to catch them. "Hit 'em up In this half, boys; we're got them going. . Hell! Get off my head, you farmer! ... . Two cards, please." His face puckered Into what was Intended for a smile. George laid him back gently. Foot-ball and poker: what had this man not known or seen-th life? Some one came between the two men and the lire, casting a long shadow athwart them. George looked up and saw Mahomed standing close by. His arms were folded and his face grimly Inscrutable. "Have you any blankets?" asked George coolly. Mahomed gave an order. A blanket and two saddle-baga were thrown down beside the unconscious man. George made a pillow of the bags and laid the blanket over Ryanne. "Why do you waste your time over him?" asked Mahomed curiously. "I would not let a dog die this way," he retorted. "He would have let you die," replied Mahomed, turning upon his heeL George stared thoughtfully at his whilom accomplice. What did the old villain insinuate? ! ; ' "Can I do anything to make you more comfortable?" speaking to For . tune. . ."-- "I'm all right I was chilled a little while ago, but the fire haa done away with that Thank you, "Ton must eat when they bring you : food." t,;.-V r,v "Ill try to," smiling bravely. . To take her In his arms, then and there, to appease their hunger and Ills heart's! : ' Self-consciously, her Sand stole to her hair. A color came Into her cheeks. How frightful she must look! Neither hair-pin nor comb was left She threw the strands across her shoulder and plucked the snarls and tangles apart, then braided the whole. He watched her, fascinated. He had never seen a woman do this before. It was almost a sacrilege for him to be so sear her at such a moment ": iuard she drew her blanket over iir shoulders. "You've got lota of pluck," . Have ir . ':' "Tea. Tou haven't asked a question Tet" . ... v "Would It fce'P any?" "No, I don't . i ; 1 f t v . ' : ... , 1 ia t "s It would. Tve .9 fc'.l on the way to i ill I'.aehld." "'7. I t I do not under- : ' "re." that spoke -, be did not 1 food was e full terror of her, she y and wou'd voice. He forced some of the hot soup down Ryanne's throat and was glad to note that he responded a little. After that he limped about the strange camp, but was careful to get In no one'a way. Slyly he took note of this face and that, and bis satisfaction grew as he counted the aftermath of the war. And It had taken five of them, and even then the result had been In doubt up to the moment when his head had gone bang against the stucco. He took a melancholy pride In his swollen ear and half-shut eye. He had always been doubtful regard ing hia courage; and now he knew that George Perclval Algernon Jones was as good a name as Bayard. The camel-boys (they are called boys all the way from ten years up to forty), having hobbled the beasts, were portioning each a small bundle of tlbbln or chopped straw In addition to what they might And by grasing. Funny brutes, thought George, as he walked among the kneeling animals: to go live days without food or water, to travel continuously from twenty Ave to eighty miles the day! Others were busy with the pack-baskets. A tent presumably Mahomed's, was be ing erected upon a clayey piece of ground In between the palms. No one entered the huts, even out of curios ity; so George- was certain that the desertion had been brought about by one plague or another. A smaller tent was put up later, and he was grateful at the sight of It It meant a little privacy for the poor glrL Great God, how helpless he waa, how help less they all were! An Incessant clatter, occasionally Interspersed with a laugh, went on. The Arab, unlike the East Indian. Is not ordinarily surly; and these seemed to be good-natured enough. They eyed George without malice. The war of the night before had been all In a day's work, for which Ihey had been liberally paid. While be had spent much time In the Orient and had ridden camels, a real caravan, prepared for weeks of travel, was a distinct novelty, and so he viewed all "For the 8lmple Reason I Didn't Have It to Give Up." with Interest knowing perfectly well that within a few days he would look upon these activities with a dull, hope less anger. He went back to the girl and sat down beside her. "Have you any Idea why you are here?" "No; unless he saw me in the ba zaars with Horace, and thought to torture him by bringing me along." Horace! A chill that was not of the night ran over his shoulders. So she called the adventurer by hia given name? And how might her presence torture Ryanne? George felt weak In that bitter moment Ay. how might not her presence torture him also? He bad never, for the briefest space, thought of Ryanne and Fortune at the same time. She spoke, apathetically It was true, as If she had known him all her life. The wisest thing he could do was to bring Ryanne to a condition where he could explain some parts of the enigma and be of tome use. Hor ace!. . '" "I'm going to nave another try at him he said. She nodded, but Without any par ticular enthusiasm, George worked over Ryanne for the better part of an hour, and Anally the battered man moved. He made an ef fort to speak, but this time no sound issued from his lips. At the end of the hoar he opened his eyes and smiled. It was more like the grin George had once seen upon the face of a boxer who had returned to the contest after having been floored htlf a dozen times. "Can you hear me?" asked George. Ryanne stared Into his face. "Yea," thickly. "Where are we?" , "In the desert" ; , "Which one?" , "Arabian." r"- tried to s!t tip alone. r not try t more. Tbey Uio rxAri UI IlkislraliarYS kr copyriomt lyu IQT DUDOO - YEWrflU. banged yon up at a great rate. Beat thing you can do Is to go to sleep. You'U be all right In the morning.1 Ryanne sank back, and George bun dled him up snugly. Poor devil! "HeU pull himself together In the morning." he said to Fortune. - "I did not know that you knew him well.' "I have known him for eight or nine years. He used visit my uncle at our villa at Men "ae. She smiled. "You look very odd." "No odder" than I feel." with Inef fectual attempt to bring together the ends of his collar-band. "I must be a sight I was In too much of a hurry to get there. Did you eat the soup and Ash?" . "The soup, yes; but I'm afraid that it will be some time before I can And the dried Ash palatable. I hope my courage will not fall me," she added, the first sign of anxiety she had shown. She was very lonely, very tired, very sad. It Is quite possible that Mahomed, coming over, spoiled a pretty scene; for George had some very brave words upon the tip of his tongue. . 'Come, said Mahomed to Fortune "You will sleep In the little tent No one will disturb you." "Good night Mr. Jones. Dont wor ry: I am not afraid." George was alone. He produced one of his .precious cigars and lighted it Then he drew over his feet one of the empty saddle-bags, wrapped his blanket round him, and sat smoking and thinking till the heat of the Are replenished from time to time, Ailed him with a comfortable drowsiness; and the cigar, still smoking, dropped from his nerveless Angers, as be lay back upon the bard clay and slept Romance is the greatest thing In the world; but for all that a man must eat and a man must sleep. The cold dew of dawn was the tonic that recalled him from the land of grotesque dreams. - He sat up and rubbed hia face briskly with his hands, drying It upon the sleeve of his coat as hasty and as satisfying a toilet aa he bad ever made. There was no ac tivity In camp; evidently tbey were not going to start early. The cook alone was busy. The Are waa crack ling, the kettle was ateamlng, and a pot of pleasant-smelling coffee leaned raklshly ,., against the hot ashes. The Aap to Fortune's tent waa still closed. And there waa Ryanne, sitting with his knees drawn up under hia chin, his hands clasped about his shins, and glowering at : no visible thing. "Hello!" cried George. "Found yourself, eh?" Ryanne eyed him without emotion. "When and how did they get you?" George Inquired. "About three hours before they got you. Something In a glass of wine. Dope. I'd have cleaned them up but for that" "How do you feel?" "Damned bad, Perclval." "Any bones broken?" : "No; I'm just knocked about; sore spot in my side; kicked, maybe. But it lsnt that" George didn't ask what "that" waa. "Where do you think he's taking as?" "Bagdad, If we don't die upon the way." "I don't think hell kill us. It wouldn't be worth his while." "You did not give him the rug." "Not I!" "It come hard, Jones, I know, but your giving It up will save ns both many bad days. He asked yon for It?" "He did." "Then why the devfl didn't you give it to him? What's a thousand pounds aeatnat ti!s mud".?" lilC DUk etc .O.IVrrriijR- e OCtMPAMY "For the simple reason I dldnt have it to give up." -"What's that?" "When I went up to my room, bight before last aome one had been there ahead of me. And at first I bad giv en you the credit" said George, with admirable frankness. "Gone!" There was no mistaking the dismay in Ryanne's voice. "Absolutely." ,- .; "Well, I be damn!" Ryanne threw aside the blanket and got up. It was a painful movement and he swayed a little. "If Mahomed hasnt It and I haven't It and you haven't It who the devil haa, then?" George shook his head. "Jonea we are In for It If that cursed rug Is Mahomed's salvation. It Is no less ours. If we ever reach the palaoe of Bagdad and that rug la not forthcoming, we'll never see the outside of the walls again." "Nonaense! There's an American consul at Bagdad." "And Mahomed will notify him of our arrival!" bitterly. "Isn't there some way we two might get at Mahomed?" "Perhaps; but It will take time. Dont bank upon money. Mahomed wants hia bead. If the rug . . . " But Ryanne stopped. He looked be yond George, his face full of terror. George turned to see what had pro duced this effect Fortune waa com ing out of her tent "Fortune? My God!" Ryanne's lees gave under and he sank, his face In bla hands. "I see It all now! Fool, fool! He's go ing to get me, Jones; he's going to get me through her!" " CHAPTER XIV. Mahomed Offers Freedom. Fortune bad slept but only after hours of watchful terror. The slight est sound outside the tent sent a scream into ber tbroat, but she suc ceeded each time In stifling It Once the evil laughter of a hyena came over ber ears, shivering. Alone! She laid her head upon the wadded saddle-bags and wept silently, and every sob tore at her heart. She must keep up the farce of being brave when she knew that she wasn't The men must not be discouraged. Her deportment would characterise theirs; any sign "Don't .Worry Any Mere About the of weakness upon her aide would cor-' respondlngly depress them the more. She prayed to God to give her the strength to hold out She was afraid Micht Have Old Lady Wound Up With Excellent Reason for Not Liking the . . Dominie's Sermon. - Waller D. "Moody, mean aging direc tor of the Chicago plan commission, told the following story at a recent luncheon of the Chicago real estate board: , ' A Scotch clergyman who had made a particularly oninani attempt ta he thought) la the preparation of a certain sermon, felt highly elated on the Sunday on which It was delivered. Walking home from church after the service he encountered an old lady who was one of his stanchest parishonera. Slipping his arm through hers be asked: "Aunty, how did you like my eer- mon today?" Expecting, of course, to receive a flne word of approval from the devout old lady, who was a great admirer of the mliilster, he waa eta- tit of Mahomed; she waa afraid of his grim smile, afraid of his mocking eyes; she could not sponge out the scene wherein he had so gratuitously kicked Horace In the aide. Horace! No, she did not believe that she would ever forgive him for this web which be had apun and fallen into himself Two- things she must bide for the sake of them all: her fear of Mahom ed and ber knowledge of Ryanne's trickery. What part In this tragedy had the Arab assigned ber ? Her Angers twined and untwined, and she rocked and rocked, bit her Hps, lay down, sat up and rocked again. But for the ex haustion, but for the Insistent call of nature, she would never have-closed her eyes that night And her mother! What would her mother believe, after the scene that bad taken place between tbem? What could she believe, aave that her daugh ter had fulfilled her threat and run away? And upon thla not unreason able supposition ber mother would make no attempt to And out what had become of her. Perhaps she would be glad, glad to be rid of her and ber questions. Alone! Well, she bad al ways been alone. The only ray of sunshine In all waa the presence of Jones. She felt subtly, that he would not only stand between ber and Mahomed, but also between her and Ryanne. "Hush!" whispered George. "Don't let ber see you like this. She mustn't know.". "You don't .understand," replied Ry anne miserably. "I believe I do." George's heart was heavy. Thla man was In love with ber, too. Ryanne struck the tears from bis eyes and turned aside his head. He was alck In soul and body. To have walked blindly Into a trap like this, of his own making, too! Fool! What bad possessed him, usually so keen, to trust the copper-hided devil? All for the sake of one glass of wine! With an effort entailing no meager pain In his side, he stilled the strang ling hiccoughs, swung round and tried to smile reassuringly at the glrL "You are better?" ahe asked. There was In the tone of that ques tion an answer to all hia dreamt. One nlght'a work had given him hia ticket to the land of those weighed and found wanting. She knew; bow much be did not care; enough to read his guilt It appeared to George that she was accepting the situation with a philos ophy deeper than either hia or Ry- Rug, Then. I Know Where It la." anne's. Not a whimper, not a plaint not .a protest so far had ahe made. She'was a Roland In petticoats. "Oh, I'm bashed up a bit" aald Ry- Put Last Firat grlned when she replied: "Good do minie, I did not like if ---, "You ld not like It aunty! Well, what was the reason?" "There are three reasons." - t ' "Three reasons! I declare! I pray what was the first one?" "I do sot like sermons that are read." " That was not disconcerting, so the minister, pressed the old lady tor the second reason. "Well," she said, "I did not like the way you read it" ' . "Come now, aunty," continued the minister, "that' Is not so bad. What waa the Anal reason?" "Well. I dinna like to tell you, good dominie, but I thought It wasnl worth reading." What Makes for Suocesa. . When girl dabbles In a whole lot anne. "Ill get my legs In a day or so. Fortune, will .you answer one question?" "As many aa you like." "How did you get here?" "Dont yon know?" George wasnt certain, but the glrTs voice was cold and accusing. "ir "Yea. Wasnt It the notethat you wrote to m?" Ryanne took hia bead In hia bands, wearily. "I wrote you no note. For tune; I have never written you a note of any kind. You do not know my handwriting from Adam's. In God's name, why dldnt you ask your mother or your uncle? They would have rec ognised the forgery at once. Who gave It to you?" "Mahomed himself." ' , "Damn him!" Ryanne grew strong under the passing At of rage. "No, don't tell me to be silent I dont care about myself. I'm the kind of a man who pulls through, generally. But this takes the spine out of me. . I'm to blame; It's all my fault" ' "Say no more about It" She be lieved him. She really hadn't thought him capable of such baseness, though at the time of her abduction she bad been Inclined to accuse, him. That he was here, a prisoner like herself, was conclusive evidence, so far as she waa concerned, of bla Innocence. But she knew blm to be responsible for the presence, of Jones; knew him to be culpable of treachery of the mean est order; knew blm to be lacking In generosity and magnanimity -toward a man who was practically his benefac tor. "What does Mahomed want?" "The bally rug. Fortune. And Jones here, who bad It aays that It ia gone." "Vanished, magic-carpet-wlse," sup plemented George. . "And Jonea would have given It up." "And a thouaand like It If we could have, bought you out of thla." - "Jones and I could have managed to get along." "We shouldn t have mattered." "And would you have returned to Mr. Jones his thousand pounds?" "Yes, and everything else I have.". quite honestly. "Don't worry any more about the rug, then. I know where It Is." "You?" cried the two men. "Yes. I stole it I did so, thinking to avert this very hour; to save" you from harm," to George, "and you from doing a contemptible thing." to Ry anne. "It is in my room, done np In the big steamer-roll. And now I am glad that I stole it" Ryanne laughed weakly. Said George soberly: "What oon temptible thing?" He remembered Mahomed's words In regard to Ry anne as the latter lay Insensible In the sand. . Ryanne, quick to seise the opportu nity of solving, to his own advantage, the puizle for George, and at the same time guiding Fortune away from a topic, the danger of which ahe knew nothing, raised a hand. "I bribed Ma homed to kidnap you.- Jones. Dont be Impatient You laughed at me when I laid before you the prospectus of the United Romance, and Adven ture Company. 1 wished to prove to you that the concern existed. And so here Is your adventure upon approval. I thought of course, you still had the rug. , Mahomed waa to carry you Into the desert for a week, and by that time you would fiave surrendered the rug, returned to Cairo, the hero of a full fledfred adventure. Lord! what a mess of It I've made. I forgot, next to this bally rug, Mahomed loved me." The hitherto credulous George had of late begun to look Into facts In stead of dreams. He did not believe a word of thia amaxlng confession. Re spite the additional testimony of For tune, relative to Ryanne'a statements made to ber In the basaars. "The biter bitten," waa George's sole comment Ryanne breathed easier. , (TO BE CONTINUED.) Clothes Must Be "Amusing." The women are tired of fashions that are : merely cblo or lovely and are now cultivating the eccentric. They like a dress which they can term "amusing." Their bats, also, must be "amusing." Their frocks mast be "funny." their ties, belts, coats and hosiery "ducky." The latter term de scribes articles that are pretty find also amusing; v ' The clothes now worn inclide braces for women with skirts or trouser effect Some of the hate are trimmed with two tennis racket made of plush, with white stockings haying black, spreading trees for clocks, and little curate coats and cabmen's bats copied In straw. London Letter. of things she loses real Interest In any one of them and hence does not become successful. Decide what you want to do or be and then bend ev ery effort toward making thla things possible. 8ometlmes, It la true, a gin cannot do the thing she would like to do because other obligations demand her efforts. Even In such , event she should make the best of the situa tion, do well the thing she is obliged to do. In the hope that it will eventu ally lead her out of discouragement Into the clear light of happiness. Many of the world's most success ful women are those who at the be ginning of their careers had to do many things that were ' distasteful to them and who had to overcome ob stacles that at first sight seemed ore whelming. Exchange. ' When Philosophy Comes Easy. A philosopher who died recently left a fortune of $1,000,000, which, we might say, accounts for the philosophy calness of hta philosophy. Detroit Free Press r 1 L' Tn. true Christian will real ise the true rela- lon that should xlst between work and pleasure- If life la not to be one tound of work, certainly It la not to be all one round of pleasure. Work, not amuse ment la the busk ness of life Let us not miss this point God haa laid , upon every man the necessity of work, and haa distributed to every man hia work." Is It not Just In thla connection that we may be Justified In finding fault with .the professional sport, the man who gives up' his whole life to pleasure? When the main thing In college and university life Is ath letics are we not Justified in protest ing that life's main purpose Is being lost sight of? Play and amusement la but a side Issue in life; when It be comes the whole thing, then It is harmful and sinful, no matter whether the amusement In question be In the forbidden category or not; then even an Innocent amusement becomes mor ally bad. Amusement Is to work what whetflng the scythe Is to harvesting: he who never stops to create an edge tolls hard and cuts but little, while he who whets the scythe all day cuts none. If the mother enjoys amuse ments more than she does ber chil dren, the wife more than her domes tic duties, the husband more than bis borne, the man more than his labor, and the student more than his books, then atiusemenU are harmful and wrong. II. The true Christian will aee to It that his amusements are really recre ative, and not dlsslpatlve. A man may lie so long in a bath' that he comes out of It exhauated, or be can take a plunge or ahower and come out better prepared for the du ties of life. So Is It with amusements: they may dissipate rather than recre ate. Having a good, time la not alwaya recreation; It may be Just the oppo site. The amusements of the Christian should build up the whole man phys ically, mentally, morally and spirit ually. L ' The Christian's pleasures will recreate physically. The body of the Christian is a temple of the holy ghost . Therefore he must keep his body In as 'good, clean, pure and healthy n condition as possible. The body needa relaxation; It needs rest from the strain and tension of life; It needa new blood, new nerve tissues; it needa to be better fltted for the real tasks that lie within Its sphere of labor. Bad thinking often comes from lack of ex-, ercise. Some people do not have enough body "to cover the mind with decently." There may be a time when It la my duty to play rather than pray, to romp rather than read, to take good brisk walk rather than prepare a good talk. ' The test the Christian muat apply to bis pleasures la: do they recreate and restore the waate tissues of the body? Excess In athletics Is not rec reation. Young men have died from . overstrain in runnlng;girls have been ruined for life by excessive rope- Jumping. Many pleasures dissipate the powers of the body Instead of recreating them. y . ' Apply such n test to certain forms of popular amusements; the theater. the dance, the card party. ; Do they recreate, or do they dissipate? Do they violate the lawa of physical health by -tbelr late hours,-their Impure atmos phere, their mode of dress and con duct or are they perfectly consistent with the observance of the lawa of t good health and hygiene? If these ' amusements violate the lawa of health, then, until auch times as they can be brought within the realm of recreative pleasures, the Christian must place , them on the forbidden list 2. The pleasure of the Christian should recreate mentally. The physical must not be developed at the expense of the mental. Giantism must not supplant lntellectuallsm. , Mind la greater than body, aa Gladstone and Bismarck are greater than John L. Sullivan or Jamea Jeffries; The Chris tian . must ask himself, therefore. What effect do my pleasures and amusements have upon my mind, my . thought, my thinking? Do they build up, ennooie, puniy, sancuiy. or ao they debase, defoul, besmirch. ,de bauch? Is my thinking higher, nobler, more God like because of the pleas ures In which I engage?" All things are not to be Judged by the eye: the mind discerns also. Shakespeare speaks of the man "who hath a body Ailed with a vacant mind, gets him to , rest crammed with distressful bread." - The Christian la to Judge his amuse. ments by this standard. Apply thla principle to literature? What books do we read? If the Christian's mas ter should Inquire; "What deadest thou?" what would be our reply? Be- ware lest our minds become diseased by the reading of light and trashy lit erature. . Judge the theater by thla standard. Someone has said:, "The laugh of the theater is the laugh that speak of - the vacant mind." Are we purer in thought, more virtuous In our dreams, sweeter In our Imaginations; have we more earnest views of life: Is the , mind sensualized or spiritualized by attendance upon' the theater? Apply this test to the card table. Does this popular amusement furnish recreation to the mind? With Its pas sion. Its tenseness. Us excitement. Its late hours, does the game of chance rest and quicken the faculties for the ' labors of the next day? Does not the , game rather dissipate than -recreate the mind? . " , t J ,
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