Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 3, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 April 1899 — Page 2

CHAPTER 11. At s quarter after ten Robert Campbell left the express office with a small canvas bar under one arm containing twelve thousand five hundred dollars in gold, and made bis way towards the residence of the banker, which was an imposing structure standing on the corner of Market and Sixth streets. “Smooth sailing at last,” he thought, as he passed hurriedly down Front street to Market. “I shall leave the residence of my -Hattie a free man, with my note in ray possession, and I trust with Mr. DeRosette's consent to make my sweetheart my bride. Now, this money I could use for. the balance of the five years; but why pay eight hundred a year if it can be avoided? True, there is a way that I might retain it and I think run little risk, but I must be cautious—l have not derve enough to try it. When I get back from Baltimore I will have time to think the matter over. There will be other opportunities, and perhaps better ones.” Thus soliloquizing, the young man hastened on up Market street, and at exactly half after ten the sounding of the door bell announced to the banker his arrival. Mr. Deßosette was seated in the library reading a novel, The bedroom door stood wide open, and so did the door leading from that to the bathrb6fd‘l>eyond. The two windows of the HWftty, as well as those of the chamber, opening out on the lawn on the east side of the house, were raised to admit the slight breeze that was borne westward from the ocean, seven miles away, and yet, so warm was it that the banker had discarded his coat and sat in his shirt sleeves. “Aunt Hannah, the door!” he suddenly exclaimed, as he heard the signal; but noticing that there was no response from the sable Hannah, he muttered: “Dozing, probably,” and passed through the parlors out into the hall and opened the door himself. “Come in! Come in, Robert. lam all alone. I think the servants, even, have gone to bed, as none responded to the bell. I presume Hattie would have remained below if I had informed her I was looking for you, but you know late hours for young people cause dull eyes the next morning, and then I thought that perhaps you would not desire her to be present. Herman entered the house not ten minutes ago. I presume he would have been in the library yet but for the fact Uiat 1 told him you were coming to take up your note, and that there was a private matter about which we were to confer. He looked much annoyed—nay, excited. Do you • know, he had the audacity to ask my daughter's hand to-day?” * By this time the two men had reached the library. “I am not surprised,” said Robert. “I had surmised that he would, and imagined what your answer would be. I know Miss Hattie has no affection for him.” < “Ah, ha, all bestowed on you, I suppose!” The young man’s face flushed. “I think, sir,” he said, “that if I am so fortunate as to gain your consent, I possess a sufficient quantity of her regard to be able,to induce her to become my wife.” “I have not been blind, Robert. I have seen the trend of matters for some time, and I shall be quite content to trust my daughter's happiness to yon. lam satisfied that you love each other. You have proved your ability to take care of a wife, even though adversity frown on you. I give you my consent freely, my boy.” “Oh, thank you, sir. I shall leave for Bultimore with a light heart, and now for the other matter. I must not keep you up later.” “Oh, am for that, it is not yet eleven; but on your own account, if you must leave at four. You will not be gone tong, I trust?” “I shall be home Saturday evening, four days only; and now for the note. .This bag contains the coin, twelve thousand five hundred dollars. You can see the express seal is still intact. Give me credit for such sum as remains above the amount of the note and interest.” “Certainly, my boy, with pleasure, since you ask it; but you might as well have kept it. Hattie, as yon know, is an only child, and the prospect is that between you, you will handle all of Alvin Deßosette’s coin one of these days; that is, all but a small legacy that will go to Herman Craven, to whom a larger one, I think, would prove a curse, and remembrances to servants.” "God grant that the years before you are called away, Mr. Deßosette, may be many,” said the young man, with deep feeling. “Wilmington could ill afford to lose you, and notwithstanding,my love for dear Hattie, there would be a void that could never be filled.” "Well, well, we must all go, my boy; but I will try and remain with you awhile yet, and when I die you must take the .feelm at the bank. I founded that institution, and I desire it to live after me.” Here the banker pulled open a drawer of his d£sk, withdrew therefrom the note, ...ffnA after writing across the face of it the iwords: "Satisfaction received in full, this pighteenth day of August, eighteen banSm aod fifty-seven,” to which he affixed tfealgnatmre, handed it to Robert with , "Keep it as a memento of what you acin two years.” “I will give it to Jennie, to paste in her 'scrap book,” was the reply. see,” said the banker, “that will leave seventeen hundred dollars to be placed to your credit. I might give you k* .“No, no! It is needless!” exclaimed ptbbert. "Merely pass it to my credit to“‘STwas interrupted by a jingling of the

AUNT HANNAH'S SECRET

By H. E. Scott

Darkness alone confronted him. “Who is here?” Le asked. Naught but silence. "It is very strange. I surely beard the bell. Let me investigate,” thought the young man, and leaving the door ajar he stepped out on the broad .piazza. „ He hastily passed from one end of the same to the other, but encountered no one. v“I cannot understand It," he exclaimed as he descended the steps to the graveled walk. “What could have been the object? Some one bent on mischief, perhaps." Robert stood for a moment with one foot on the lower step and the other on the walk, listening. Suddenly be heard a sound as of a smothered groan behind him. He hurriedly ran up the steps, pushed open the door, and in a moment's time stood in the library. A cry of horror broke from his Ups. Still seated in his chair was the form of the banker; but his head had dropped over to his left shoulder. His glaring eyes were fixed on vacancy, and a look of horror was on his livid conntenancc. He had sunk lower in the chair. A rivulet of blood was tracing its way down his shirt front, dyeing it red, and the handle of a sheath knife stood there, the keen blade buried in his bosom. “Help! help! There has been murder done! Help! help!” In an instant be had seized with his right hand the bloody haft of the knifc% while with his left he endeavored to restrain the body from sinking to the floor. “Help! help!” He drew the weapon forth, the red blood dyeing his sleeve as be did so. “Uncle Alvin! Uncle Alvin! Ob, tell me! Tell me!” There was a groan, a twitching'df the limbs, a contortion of the features, and a dead man slid from the chair to the bloodsoaked carpet of the library. “Oh, God, what fiend has done this deed?” cried Robert, as he bent over the still form on the carpet. A piercing cry answered him, and Hattie, who had been roused by the cries and hastily descended the stairs, sunk on her knees by the side of her murdered father. At the same instant Herman Craven rushed into the rpom. -A cry of horror broke from his white lips as his eyes fell on the scene before him. • “Merciful God! My uncle murdered! You, Robert Campbell, you standing over his lifeless remains, and with that reeking weapon in your hand? Fiend! Assassin! I see it all! Maddened by his refusal to give you his loved daughter’s band in marriage, you hnve taken his life. Stand back from my loved cousin’s side, or, redhanded as you are, I will attack you. Oh, my loved uncle! It was your death cry that rpused me from my slumbers!” “Herman Craven!” cried Robert, as he straightened to his full height, “has this terrible scene crazed you? You cannot believe the words you have uttered to be true; but rouse the servants and send for help. The assassin must not escape.” _ “Nor shall he, Robert Campbell. You are the murderer here! Little did I dream what my uncle’s cries foretold!" “Mars Alvin! Mars Alvin! Murdered! Murdered! And by you, Mars Robert!” Old Uncle Duke, wl\o had entered the room, walked to the side of his young mistress, who was caressing the dead form of her father. .

“It was I, Herman Craven, who answered the summons of the door bell. I had been here for a half hour; was here by appointment, as you know, to take up my note. I brought with me a bag of coin and received it canceled ere the door bell rang. I— —” “Where is this bag of coin?*' “Why, there upon your uncle’s desk, where I placed it.” “There is no bag of coin there! Villain, you plotted well!” .' »• “No bag of coin there? Robbery has then been added to murder. Your mistress, Hannah, your mistress!” Aunt Hannah stood in the door leading from the library to the banker’s chamber. Her mulatto face was of an ashen hue and she was shaking as with palsy. “Dead! Dead! My own darling papa! Murdered, murdered!” The cries of poor Hattie were frantically resounding through the house. “Poor darling,” said Robert, and as he stooped, the bloody weapon fell from his hand and struck at her side. What wonder that she fainted. Robert was stooping, with a view to raising her to a sofa, that the room contained. “Hands off my cousin, murderer!” cried Herman. But already Robert had her in his Btrong arms, and in a second’s time her white form, ciad only in a wrapper she had hastily donned over her long night robe, had placed her on the sofa, where the quaking Hannah and her daughter Millie, who had Joined them, were soon striving to revive her. Uncle Duke had roused Adam, the carriage driver, whom be had sent for Dr. Norcum, two blocks away, and be now re-entered the room. “Had we not best lay- of your uncle on the bed in his chamber, Herman?" asked Robert. “Murderer, leave him where, he fell beneath your blow until those arrive who will take you in charge. Do not attempt flight—you are too well known. Watch him, Uncle Duke, and you, Hannah and Millie; he is your master’s murderer.” “Impossible!” exclaimed Unde Duke, while Hannah dropped the bowl of water from which she was sprinkling her young mistress’ face, and in very terror ran screaming from the room. '‘"lnfamous wretch!” cried Robert. “You know-your words ar| false. For aught I know yours may have been the hand that wielded this, knife.” , H and raised the weapon “Help! Help!” cried Herman. “You would assasinato me aa you did my nncle.” Ha hashed through the door, and in an infetimf his slippered feet were descendI “Help! Help! Murder! Murderl” re-

; ' -•'.y.aagHKtee'H. - - : , sounded his voice as he sped away in tbs darkness. CHAPTER m. St Hardly had the outer door closed behind Herman Craven when Hattie regained consciousness, and with a long drawn sigh her eyes opened. . “My poor darling," exclaimed Robert, ,#b he placed one band upon her brow. Seemingly in very terror she recoiled, and the cry escaped her Kps; “Oh, God! Murdered! My dear father murdered! Apd—and by the man I loved!” “Oh, Hattie, my darling!” exclaimed Robert. “Yon cannot believe me gnitty of this terrible crime?" The poor girl threw her bands before her eyes as if to shut out some horjrid vision as she sobbed: “You were standing over him, Robert, with the bloody weapon in your hand, when I, followed by Herman, entered the room. How-bow could you have murdered my father, who loved you well? No, no, I will not believe it—and yet Herman accused yon.” “Hattie, dearest, a suspicion of the onr who loves you is unworthy of you. Not five minutes before I found that fatal blade driven to his heart he bad consented willingly to our marriage. I loved your father. Ask yourself If l could have murdered him.”

“No, no, I will not J>elieve It. Forgive me, dear Robert. But the knife? How came it in your band— and blood—blood on your hand and sleeve T’ “I had just withdrawn it from your father's bosom, dear. I called oh him at the bank to-day and made an appointment to see him here to-night after ten o’clock. I brought with me a bag of coin, and had paid a note he held. I have it cancelled in my pocket. Just as I was about to take my leave the door bell rang. Your father, remarking that it was a late hour for callers, requested me to see who was there. I opened the door. Darkness confronted me and nothing more. I walked the length of the piazza and called out, ‘Who is here?’ but received no response. I descended the steps, wondering at the strange occurrence; for a moment stood with one foot on the lower step, the other on the walk. Suddenly I heard a stifled groan emanating from the house. I ran up the steps, hastily entered the library, and my heart stood still at the terrible sight that confronted me. I cried out ‘Help! Murder!’ and withdrew the sheathknife -from your father’s bosom. One gasp, and he slid from the chair to the carpeted floor, a corpse.” “Oh, my father, my father! Then it was not his voice I heard.” “You did not hear the pealing of the door bell, dearest?” “No, Robert. I—l ” “Fly, Mars Robert! Fly! You got no time to tarry here. You’ll hang. Mars Robert, hang, jus’ lik* you’d killed ole master. A nigger can save you. Go, Mars Robert—go! I—l ” It was Aunt Hannah who had re-enter-ed the room, who bad spoken. “Are you crazy, Hannah? The murderer of your master must be brought to justice.” “Ain’t yon see. Mars Robert? The evidence of Mars Herman will condemn .you. The young missie saw yon with the bloody knife in your hand: Mars Herman will swear that your cries were the erfes of my poor ole master. Ely, Mars Robert, while you have tijne. I know you is not the murderer of ole master; but fly!" “Yes, yes, Robert!” said Hattie, quickly. “I feel that you never dreamed of this terrible crime; but Hannah has. told the truth. Oh, my darling, and now—now that I have only you,” and the fair girl twined her arms about him.

“I’oor dear,” said Robert, “you are agitated, and little wonder. Robert Campbell shall be found by yonr sifle, even though he stand in danger of the gallows, and the murderer, the assassin, of yonr father shall meet death on the gallows. Herman Craven may not. be guilty of this'murder, but on my soul I believe he is. He has doubtless gone in search of an officer with the intention of denouncing me.” “No, no,” sobbed Hattie. “My cousin surely would not murder one who has been so kind to him. He could not have committed the crime. Immediately after I heard the voice, which I supposed was my father’s, crying ‘Help, murder!’ Herman knocked on my door and exclaimed: ‘Your father. Miss Hattie; your father!’ He had but just left his room. I had thrown my wrapper on, and together we descended the stairs.”. "The murder had already boon committed, dear, when you heard those cries; but, ah, I have it.” Hastening to the desk of the dead banker, who lay beside it, his wan face upturned, he seized*a pencil and hastily on a slip of paper wrote these words: “Lang Sellars, Detective. “Please come to the residence of Banker Deßosette at once. His dead facd Is now before me. He has been cruelly murdered. Robert Campbell.” (To be continued.)

Empty Praise.

To little men and women of the literary profession, the poetasters and witlings, there ought to be something Instructive In this word from Thackeray*, quoted by his daughter, Mrs. Ritchie. .After reading-such an estimate of notoriety by a man truly great, the minnows may- well consider whether they are not swimming too pretentiously. “There’s, no use denying the matter, or blinking at it, now I am become a sort of great man, in my way—all but at the top'of the tree, Indeed there, If the truth were known, and having a great fight up there with Dickens. “I get such a deal of pralse wberever I go that It is rather wearisome to hear. I don’t think my bead Is a bit traced, please God, for I have always gtft my own and when men and/newspapers say: ’Our sheet -to the finest,’ and so forth, I know a deal better, and don’t disguise the truth, either. “This London world 1k full of good-na-tured tom-fools, and directly one begins to cry ’Oh!’ all the rest say, ‘Prodigious!’ "—Youth’s Companion.

United States Forest Reservations.

The thirty , forest reservations of* the United States embrace an tijcaa«f 40,000,000 acres, in thirteen States 'anrf? Seven are in the State of California, the largest of which, the I Sierra forest reserve, includes 4,006** 000 acres. Within the past thirtyrflve years It is estimated that 11,000,000,000 feet, board measure, of timber on publie land baa been destroyed by forest I Area, « \

OFFERS SON AS SACRIFICE.

With mind crazed by constant meditation upon tbe Lord's awfnl command to Abraham to aacrifice his son Isaac, Abel Dykstra, a fanner living two miles east of Booth Holland. 111., on Wednesday killed his 5-year-old boy, Peter, by nearlysevering his bend with a corn knife. The terrible deed was committed in the presence of his wife, Mrs. Sophie Dykstra, who waa standing in the door of the Dykstra home with her baby in her arms. Aa the boy fell dead in tbe freshly plowed field, Mrs. Dykstra fled to the home of her father, Cornelias Van Drannen, nearly a mile away. Dykstra, believing that his duty toward his God had been performed, and fearing the wrath of his fellow men, mounted • horse and rode to the home of John Meeter, five miles distant. He had worked for Meeter twelve years ago. Dykstra told him what he had done and begged to be forgiven. Meeter realized that the man was insane and took him to South Holland, where he was turned over to Peter De Young, justice of the peace. Later Dykstra was lodged in the Cook County jaii. The news of the crime spread rapidly in tbe sparsely settled neighborhood about South Holland, and intense excitement prevailed. South Holland is about twenty miles from Chicago, on the Chicago and Eastern Illinois Railroad, and is inhabited by a colony of industrious Hollanders. Dyk-stra-had always borne a good reputation in the community, and had lived for some years upon his farm. Dykstra-read the Bible constantly, and kept reading over and over the chapter relating to the command of the Lord to Abraham to offer hp Isaac as a sacrifice. On Sunday night Dykstra told his wife that he was called upon to make a sacrifice for God. Mrs. Dykstra was frightened and on Tuesday evening went to the home of her mother. Wednesday morning Mrs. Dykstra return home with the children and was met at the door by her husband. “I mnst do it this morning,” the man called out as they approached him. “God has ordered me to do it.” Without saying another word, Dykstra made a rush for the boy and seized him by the shoulder. He dragged the little fellow to a shed near by and took np the corn knife. “Papa, please don't hurt me,” cried the boy, and. he struggled to free himself from the man’s grasp. Mrs. Dykstra also pleaded with her husband to spare the child's life, but their extrenties had no effect upon the maniac. Holding the boy with ‘ his left hand,.the crazed man drew the corn knife across the lad’s throat. Little Peter ran nearly 100 feet before he fell. He was found lying face downward upon the sos earth, where he had bled to death.

THE MAN of the HOUR

Baron Fava, the Italian ambassador, who 1b important just now because of the American-Italian correspondence conceming. China, is not a fortunate diplomat, although an able one. The last time the baron figured prominentlyjis an international character was on the occasion of the mafia lynchings in New Orleans, and his awkward position at that time drew to him the sympathy of all Americans who love Italy and her great sons. Fava is noted for his epicurean tastes in the matter of diet, No finer judge of a good meal or of an old, rare wine can be found ia Washington. He is also a great favorite with ladies, and young and old women vie with one another for his smile or his attentions. He used to dote on Mrs. Cleveland, and never lost an opportunity of kissing that lady’s hand. It need hardly be said that Mrs. Cleveland was giTer immense pleasure by the avowed admiration of the Italian nobleman. Baron Fava, notwithstanding his abhorrence of being interviewed, is warmly liked by the correapondence. In spite of his ill luck he is regarded as one of the most skillful of the foreign diplomats in America

PERTINENT Personal

Rndyard Kipling's favorite headgear la a golf cap. “Oom Paul” Kruger prinks two gallons of beer a day. Beerbohm Tree la a godson of the Emperor of Germany. Secretary of, the Navy Long is in faros of female suffrage. Dr. Jameson, the Transvaal raider, wants to enter Parliament Five stenographers are required to answer Mark Hanna’s daily mail. Senator White of California and Senator Mallory of Florida are cousins. Kansas papers criticise Gov. Stanley’s wife because she neglected to vote. Leo XIII. knows Virgil’s Aenid by heart, and can recite whole pages of th« _jj|ni|cey M. HepeW claims that he has the finest private reference library fa» Neu Canto* *t., Jm i a.. Non-conformist- English clergymen com' pinto because Queen Victoria travels os Henry Watterson Is said to be theln ventor of the dish known as lobster a Is

FINDS IN FIJI.

. .... 9m - * -At Mr ram bo they located an extinct volcano, open on the north side. Dotted over the surface of the water in the crater were numerous mushroomshaped rocks, and the water itself in the light of a burning snn revealed to the visitors hitherto unknown beauties offcolor. At Toloya a crater of an extinct volcano was found, into which ths steamer could eater and sail around. Here, as in other places, the visitors wetoe entertained with a “mikl, mlkl,” which seems to be something in tbe nature ofTTcorroboree. In the various lagoons visited dredging was resorted to for the purpose of see&ring specimens of coral and marine animalculae. On the rocks at the base, pt the Solos lighthouse, near the North Astrolabe reefs, at Kandava Island, two sea snakes were caught by Captain Thompson, who saw no less than ten of them liras many minutes. capture of several-live specimens of bulolo, or coral worms, appealed to have caused much gratification to the searchers, who, aided by the natives in canoes, discovered them in thousands. The worm is sa d to dissolve after leing about two hours on the surface. When thp results of Prof. Agassiz’s investigations are made public they will, doubles?, p oxide much meres ting and valuablejnformatlon.—Japin Gazette.

Largest Workshop in America.

Lasting success does not come in a moment, and true success is neter the result of “luck.” U takes time and real merit, with plenty of experience aud honest effort, to reach the top iu anything. Tbe history of the Deering Harvester Co. of Chicago is an example of success on a large scale. With more employes than aSy other single manufacturing plant of any kind in America, it is now running day and night to fill orders. Since 1891, when Deering machines were put on the market with '•bicycle bearings.” the gfOwtli of the business has been marvelous. The day is not far distant when other manufacturers will be forced to baild lighter-draft machines or go out of business. -

Worth More than Their Weight.

Several brides have been presented with marriage portions far exceeding their weight id gold. The average weight of a bride will not exceed 130 pounds, or 2,080 ounces, and this at S2O per ounce is $41,600. The marriage portion of Miss Pauline Whitney, daughter of ex-Secretary Whitney, was $1,000,000, or more than twenty-four titnes her weight in gold. Miss Margot Tennant’s marriage portion of $15,000 nyear was more than twelve times her weight in gold, while the marriage portion of Miss Mackay (now the Princess Qf Colonna) of $2,500,000 was more than 300 times her weight in gold. W'

What Do the Children Drink?

Don't give them tea or caffe*. Hava you tried the new food drink called more Graln-O yon give the children the iff and when property prepared tastee like the ebeicr grades of coffee, but cost* about %as much. Ail grocers sell it 15a

Where Duse Was Born.

The celebrated Italian actress, Eleonora Duse, cannot positively give the name of her place of birth, for she first saw the light in a railway carriage between Padua and Venice.

[?]hi[?]ag[?] Great Western Increase.

The earnings of Chicago Great Western Railway (“Maple Leaf Route”) for tbe second week of April, 1599, show an increase of $16,393.29. Total increase since beginning of fiscal year (Jnly 1) to date, $378,353.43. Some men never get full swing until they reach thb gallows.

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A Serious Dilemma.

I 'Sbr*.»e» mat+orr "What s the matter? I “I’m In a dilemma.” ■ ‘ " "How so?” ' * ■ T “I’ve got two invitations to dinner. One comes from ft woman whom I am afraid to offend, and the other woman gives the best feedl*’—Cleveland Plain

A Strong Man's Secret.

The strongest man on earth says the secret of hi? wonderfe! power is perfect? digestion. Hostetter’s Stomach Bittern makes digestion easy, and cures all complaints arising from s weak stomach.! such aa indigestion, biliousness, liver and kidney ailments. As a tonic it is marvel- j ous. Everybody-ieSda iPat this time ftf the year. - i •'>/'WK'ef* - «. , M- V f i W 8 i :»!■ ■■ ■ -‘fe-

Commercial Plants in Europ[?].

lt is interesting to know*that 4,200 species of plants are gathered and used for commercial purposes in Europe. <©f these 420 have a perfutfie that is pleading, and enter largely into the manufacture of .-seanfs aqfl soaps. There are padre Hpepiea oCwhite flowers gathered mfin 1 of a# other chhJ#—l,l24 In aIL

Salzer’s Seed Corn.

doe* your seed corn tost, Bro. Farmer? Sizer's does—lt's northern grown, eawy and good for 90 to 130 bu. per acre! Send this notice and 10c for 8 corn samples and low prices to Bat*er Seed Co., La Crosse, WiS. (C.BJ ■ ' ' One of the most dangerous practices In these times is the ' exploding of theories in tbe magazines.

To Cure a Cold in One Day

Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. All druggists refund the money if it fails tocure. 25c. The genuine has L. B. Q. on each tablet. There is a world of difference between a free country and a freak country.

“Courage and Strength s - 1 ;"- in Tunes of Danger/’ < Read the warning between the lines. What is that warning? It is of the danger from accumulation of badness m the Hood* caused by the usual heavy living of the Winter months. Spring % the clearing, cleansing titrii of the year / the forerunner Iff the brightness and beauty gf* glorious Summit. # Follow the principle that Nature leys down. Start ta at once and purify your blood with that gr at -speeifie, Rood's Sarsaparilla. R newtr dieapp 4mU gu Tumora— “ a tumor ss big m • large marble came under my tongue and instead of lettingMky physic an operate unit,! usei my favorite spring tonic. Hood's Sarsaparilla. The bunch soon- disappeared." Mas. H. M. Cobchx, 679 Mer’kSt., Lowell, Mass. ~ ssp» Rheumatism—“l bad rheumatism for five years and can conscientiously say that 11 Sod's Sarsaparilla has given me entire relief. As a blood purifier It has helped my children wonderfully. Mas. S. A. Sauab, 8J Franklin Avenue, Passaic, N. J. •? Hood’s Pills cure Hear ills, the nen-trrttatlng and the only cathartic to take with HoodUftarsaparUiar IT, '"Shoot I "pCffESTEB IMPET Atwrewf Shells ffcg. Sam fMK CNAPUMLQPO. m isatmeutsmm Qmomut, (T-

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