Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 23, Number 8, Jasper, Dubois County, 4 February 1881 — Page 3

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ECUOE8. Mr lovfne fatber. 1 nun ase How k ui'I. bow dear h tat U uMber'a ! R'HImM tt JUS, to Oil ihV htn with WtaaT Her kitu IIOW, Are on ut brow. So wini" . wirt, cndoarlnsi How nwt4 antl low hr aui-ent ili.w: H rorinil(-iiti. h'w cheertavi jtt mr ' y' 'mkI , hew sweat jbcnH-ti u my lull cr beat! Wr MPlw woodlstuta blush wttfc Jojp, Wrath autumn a a dent aruit. 1 m niMllm, yoiin a id t'o A ittwitt that know no iruilo. I(rft7-nht welt, 1 mar ltt: Yet, warn at luf iaf flancei, Tboir H'm4rrMiN ytowvr, R en at thlt hour, Mr very soul wit ranee ! At throe aeore ymra and tun, hew Sweet Taw tttMK on my ilu II oi Uaatl 1 im a 111 tie obwub run. Hi a face in auabeama oiarf. About the bouaa tilt day taloNtt t " U, what notey lad ! He olhnlw my dials, Ilw pull my hair. He kiaana roe, cmeses. Hits ou my bat, , Tin r all that, HI hcml my bcMMMtt ireas. At thnf ro yearn and ten, bowawaat Tbef h4 on mr dull ear beat! Xyp reat with Hint abort, Tb' maid t here no more. Yet yitu, dr wife, ai true I lor. A 1 did Iter of yore! Each fond aiamw stir Me, a4llher! Your voioe la as enthrallttirt The boy that ran It now a mum.

I'm M the mow are faWna-l But w.etly throuen mT coul doth These echoes of the loua- asm!

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Thky wens at ten. Judge Provost, Mrs. Provost an J their ton Fenn. The Judge was not behaving perfectly well; that is, be wu snubbing the other two persons at the table. This ia not to be wondered at perhaps. Being a lawyer and a judge of the law, it is natural to suppose that he might be impatient with

ui vague argument in wnicu tuey were indulging, and Uieir illogical deductions. He was, therefore, not in a favorable mood for an interruption to his remarks. The interruption was caued by a load and startling blow apinat the front door, which brought the three Provosts to their feet. In the same instant they cried out; What in heavens!" "What on earth!" "What the mischief!" The fir.-t exclamation was from the Judge; the second was an interjection from Madam Provost; the last was from Fenn. The Judge turned to the frontdoor, jerked it open, and went out on the porch. Mm. Provost and Fenn followed bint. Again they all uttered an exclamation of surprise at the spectacle which met their riew. Before them was an enormous ah.

bage, burst Into four fragments by the momentum with which it had met the door. Each of the three spectators said angrily; " Who could hare thrown it?'' The Judge ran out upon the sidewalk; so did Fenn. They looked up the street, and down, putting up their hands a eye-shields from the setting sun,

" There he goes!"

'There he is!"

they cried.

" I believe it's that Fancher' young boy," said Fenn. ' "I'll find out who he is, If I hare to

roue mm to the tate s liner1 With this, the Judge started off on a

iunous cnase, loiiuwed tij t enn. Do come back. Judge, and get jour hatl" cried Mrs. Provost, leaning over the porch-railing, with a fragment or

tn tne rent, caouage in nana. Fenn, too. screamed to his father to return, declaring himself fully able to bring the Fmuher boy to account. Hut the Judge, heedless of entreaty or advice, kept on the chase. At the end of a block of houses the fuifitive disappearad around the corner; but the Judge, who was a famous runner, pressed on with strides both long nd rapid, tearing Fenn smartly di. tsnced. But the Fancher boy had a god start, and wai tletlas a deer. He turstsd a second corner, a third and a fourth, and was yet beyond the Judge's From doors and windows and sidewwk people were watching the race, laughing and asking what was the matter. One or two of them cried "Thief! thief r and joined the chase. Of course, Judge had no time or breath for explanations. Suddenly the flying boy paused, panting, at a gate. The Judire saw his hand

an the latch, and at once leaped the

lence at the confer of the vard. and ' muke a f&ne

went Uoundiug diagonally across th hiwn, as the fugitive passed through the gate antl matte a bee-line up the walk to the porch of the house. The Judge "cached the bottom step jiwt as the boy' s foot was lifted toward the top one. There was one upward bound from the pursuer, the outreaching of n long, strong arm, antl the urchin thought he was in the hands of a giant. The shoemaker's family goes bareHtj the doctor's family, unmedioined, it is said. It may be that a magistrate's unofficial punishments may have wares of unprejudiced justice left OWL In the i nse of Judge Provost, It " be said he was a good Jttdg when ted on his tradbeneh In the msbiie wrYlee. Tot in his private life I am rld that calm. nnrutHed justice was not always administered. "wijr Faiteher should barn been JHl dished. Anv boy sbmld be mtoishd

wm mm eMst-hejMi, or anything ; away childish thlags,

!. sgaisisl a Judge s door, or anybody's door, or any part of anybody house, scaring people out of their wife and their appetites. 'lite Judge, still more excite I by the laughter and shouts of the people, and by his boated, panting raadithm, I am sorry to say. sdminbterVl a punishment out of proportion to tho oftene committed. Without asking the boy if he was the cabbage-thrower, and why he had thrown the vegetable; without asking anything; without even a word, the Judge, resting a foot on the top step, turned the trembling, panting hoy across hi leg, and laid on a doen or more astonishiug blows, the long

una swinging utem with tremendous leverage. Tuat the boy would utter loud cries was to lie expected; what boy wouldn't? That the cries would rouse the people tu the house was also to be expected. The door of the Fancher residence was thrown open; out came the Fancher mother, the Fancher sister, and the Fancher maid, all asking questions and uttering indignant exclamations. To their excited inquiries, the Judge returned no r . but kent indiutrious'v

adminitfteriug sharp Ws.

ask mis tittle imp what the ma'.ter is," he at lenfrth said, standinir the

shriekinir boy up with a stcsdvlnr. ad-

justinar snake.

Good evening!" he added, hastening down the steps toward the gate. '' You bad better hurry awav before Mr. rancher comes lu!1" shrieked the

lad's mother.

" My father will make vou nar for

this!" erled the Fancher daughter, her

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Diacx eyes biasing. "He'll have you arrested for assault and battery !" " An' it would sarve ye riirht to be

tackin' kauld in the naked head of ve!"

said the indiensnt servant srirl: "a-

batin' the darliiit like a savage that yo

are!"

Then the bor explained, his sobs

separating adjectives from their lawful

nouns, and verba from their subjects. "What was the cause of the trou bur

"I didn't go to do it; I went to throw the cabbage at a snow-bird, oh! and it went ker-bang against Judge Provost's

aoor, on: Ana. on me' everybody, oh; came running out oh! like I'd mur

dered Judge Provost oh! and they took after me, like 1 was a thief--oh

dear me!" "Served you right for trying to kill a little snow-bird: a crreat bov like vou!"

said his sister, looking the sleuder lad

over irom neaa to loot. But though she administered this reS roof, Kate's black eves continued to ash resentfully at the treatment he had received, and her heart kept ou burning revengefully. Miss ICate was between fourteen and fifteen years old. She was a bold, masculine girl, and was a favorite with the rough boys of the neighborhood, as well at with a few rough girls. She wax known as Captain Kate for several blocks beyond her neighborhood limits. She led her hosts in skating, and coasting, and snow-balling, planning the races and the stake: led them in

Christmas caroiiturs and other seren

ades; in devising and executing AprilFool tricks, in May-basketing, in Fourth of Jurying. ,. Woe to the man, woman or child who incurred Captain Kate's displeasure. There was sure to be a visitation, a trick to bring the object into ridicule or to otherwise annoy. Thoe who knew j

o: juusre rrovou g aammittration on young Fanoher, prophesied that Captain Kate would soon be beard from on the subject. ' Sure enough, the retaliation began that niirht. It came in the shape of an

outrageous burst of noise in which screeching, banging, tooting, braying, were factors: and it assailed the Judge as he was drifting into a delightful halfsleeping Mtate. and was seemingly dropping down a peaceful bay to the murmur of soft music The dui lasted an hour.

The next night, Kate's elan built

pyramid of combustibles in the Held in

front of the Judge's residence, and

mere, m the rorm of three scarecrow

futures, the Provosts were burnt to

ashes amid the laughing and jeering of

a crowu. oi uoys. It may be that the Judge feit that

his undue severity to the Fancher boy merited some punishment. However this may have been, he allowed the in

sults to pass with the remark that the

children would tire of the vuhrar sport

if it were not noticed. But Fenn was

very angry, lie felt that he must do something to shame Captain Kate or

vox her; but what?.. What could he.

one middle-sixed boy, do ajraiust Cap

tain Kate's host?

" There she comes now,1' he said.

looking np the street. "She makes her shoe-heels sound like a boy's. I am

going to do something, if it's only to

at her." Then he heard

There was the valentine persecution, the anonymous letter persecution, the doggerel-veran persecution, the insinu

ating newspaper squib, tue social cuts, the alights, direct and indirect, etc. At the end of the eight vears, Fenn and Kate's brother both enlisted, for it was now in the time of our civil war; and Kate, a tall. hunUimu r,.Huf..i

woman, married a man of large wealth, i button-holes and

men. irom tlie Battle of Five Forks, blue coats they

rruu wi unmjfui none aesu; ana his mother stood appalled at finding hursflf in a world where such sufferiug as hers could be. When her heart emerged from itsjdisnia into the next phtue of sorrow, it renami tiered fi st her bov's friends, ami

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wen ma anciem euemy anu persecutor.

Ami whenever the thought of Kate came, it was us of one triumphing in her fjrand home with her baby-boy, her

prosperous nusoana ana ner brother re

turned, if not triumphine- that her ana

my was laid low, at least that her dear

oni had escaped.

lhe bereaved mother and Madam

Kato met as in the olden tiroes at

church, and in all the quieter of life'

waKs, the one assertive, haughty, the

oiiicr reucetu, sau-iaoeu and occasion

ally bitter of speech.

Sometimes, in a tender mood of

grief, the mother would say of Kate,

" I forgive her." But oftener. when

she thought of him as "noor Fenn."

tinder the frozen clods, away from light

anu say, anu warm neatxn-stones and all sweet life, then the soul sitting in A ..I . , . . .... , ra

uaraneasj wnni exciatin Dioeny, "J can never forsrire her erneltv to him

She has nerer felt an ache for it: she

never given me one pitying word, never

one glance of compassion."

So it was with her on the day of the

regimental reunion the reunion of Fenn1 a soldier comrades. Her heart was wild in its envy of the living, and

in its jeaiousy mr nis memory; m its

love for those who had lored him, and

aias: its bate of his enemies.

She saw the bedecked city, uttering

irom aren to pyramid its words of hail; siM-aking its welcome by ten hundred

banners; by the mouths of a thousand

guns, and by the cannon's roar. Oh,

now she wanted her boy there to thril with the city's welcome to the heroes

Wanted him to feel the pride that was

swelling the bear is of those returning

soiuiera: one warned mm so mat she would almost have plucked him from the very radiance of Heaven. She wanted him recalled. to the thought of

wtra city, du rating wiut gladness; to the

memory of the cheering multitude. But

no one remembered him in. the white city on the hill. "Only am thinking of you, poor dear," she said in her heart.

am coming to you. You shall not be

forgotten, i will keep watch by your

grave. She put on a bonnet, drew the crape veil over the pinched face, and missed

with swift, trembling movement, under flags and garlands, from the teeming

citv ot ute imnar to tae "cttvot the

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his mother rallitur him in.

"She's afraid for her little boy," was Kate's sneering taunt; "afraid some girl will whip him." " I'm net afraid, if she is!" exclaimed Fenn, stoutly. "Aren't you?" said Captain Kate, striking his face with her fan. "That's to pay your father for whipping my brother?" Swiftly Fenn's hand, went up to strike back. As swiftly it was dropped, and he stood looking at her steadfastly, his eves wide and burning, "If you were a bey," he said, " I'd knock vou down!" She looked him over as if he had been a grasshopper, laughed in contempt and went marching sway. This was the beginning of a fend which ran a course of eight years, the persecutions and retaliations gradually abating somewhat in cmneneas at the two yo ng people, year by year, not

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"Forgotten! forgotten! forgotten!" was the heart's jealous refrain, as she

pressed on to his grave, to make up by

ner passion for all the world s ndiffer

ence and forgetfulnees.

109 waix was long, out without a

sense of fatigue, she nt. length reached

the little mound. There she stooned.

What was it that caused her griefstricken eyes to dilate in surprise? What tlid it mean? Was it his irave?

Had she missed the way? No; there

was hit name on the head-stone. Who had brought them? Where the sod would htve heaved could his heart have throbbed in answer to hers, was a wealth of water-lilies, wet, cool, fragrant, pure as the stars! He had not been forgotten! Her boy had not been forgotten I He had been remembered. "Even before I could onif to him, some one had been here before me." She fell on her knees; she carried the flowers to her quivering lips: tears like rain wet the white petals. " Dear, pity

ing friend, ' she murmured, "I kiss thee with the kiss of etertal gratitude!" She replaced tho, lilies, and with a new, sweet sense of the common brotherhood of all men, entreated good utwn the soul that had remembered her boy prnj ed for pleasant visions to alt eyes that, had ever held his dear imaire. i Her tenderness did not stop here. It

went on, till, like Buddha's, it took

in even his enemies, the stranger

witnout the gate; afl the feeling world; every point of nature; even the dumb animal life. A little green measuring worm went creeping over her cuff. With gentle, reverent touch she moved it to a blade of grass. In her tenderness, she could not harm it. She put farther back the

sable veil, and looking skyward, felt assured that the gracious God had re

membered her: and nearer, nearer to

Him, went the affection of a grateful heart.

Along the cemetery carriage-way

came the roil of wheels, She looked tip the winding road, and started to see In the carriage Kate Fancher. " I will beckon her. and here, bealda

his grave. 1 will put away all enmity against her." She stood up. A spot of yellow on the Kress shone at her feet. She stooped

down; It was gold, a fiower-holder, and on It she read Kate's full name. She knew then who had placed there the water-lilies.

As the carriasti stoooed. she held out

the golden calyx. The two women looked Into each other's eyes. The mother knew then that the other in penitence had come onl front the yfnl city to lay the lilies on her soldier's

grave.

eatae now ue carriage stent, and in a lwoment, wltnosjt the mmaoe

worn, ute wojmm win m

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Down at the ocmetery g4te sounded the muffled drum; up the walk came lhe measured tread of men iu blue. To the right the columns turned, and crossed to his grare. About it In hollow square they formed, uncovered as in prayer. with the nice intuition of tenderhearted men. tbey asked permission to take from the grave the lilies. Into the

bullet-boles of their Placed them, anil

dropped upon the crave other I'owerx.

and tears, it may be. Then skyward started a wilderness of musket. The word to "salute" was given, and the boys of Fenn's regiment made the air

ring who an au-aau to uieir old com' Marl..

He had been remembered YoutVt

a m AnxJens te Hear From Otieege.

Thk following sketch from the Louls-

vute uoHrtsrWottrswi illustrates the

nardsbips and isoiatiod of Alaska Territory, and also how tantalising it is to

want to xnow and yet be kept in ig

norance by the failure of another's

memory.

The news from America travels slow

ly, in default of regular communication.

but the American inhabitants, most of

whom have recently removed there, are

xeen to near all the political develop ments from home. They were partieu

larty interested in the outcome of the

Kepumtcan rresMenUal UonvenUon at

Chicago, as the latest papers they received seemed to indicate a warm contest between the eminent Republicans, with Grant leading. It happened that a shin left San Fran

cisco for Alaska several days after the nomination had been made, and, after

several months' sailing, entered Sitka Bay. The little town was aroused, and

every American in the place, boiling

wim curiosity, msneauown to tne pier to hear the news, A boat put off,

anu in a tew uiinuies tne sxipper, a

blunt and honest old tar, with ail his heart in his ship, came ashore. His kindly eye was beaming with pleasure at the cordial reception in store for him. No sooner had his foot touched the

sand than the anxious citizens were

upon him. shaking his hands and inquiring who was nominated at Chicago. 'Nominated for what?" asked the

old skipper in tones of surprise.

"or President by the Republic-

!" cried his listeners.

" Oh, yes. yes!" responded the tar.

with a bright smile, and the crowd felt a arrest relief. " Lemme see." betnui

the old fellow, as his countenance darkened with thought. " Lemme see, now; I Aearrf his name; it was ah," and he paused and

scratched his head, while the crowd hung break less for this word, ' I heard his name -yes, I heard it. but iesva't

recollect it?'

The honest tar bad evidently sd van

politics no attention, and on his voyage the light of Gar field's fame had expired. The Alaskans concluded after a coun

cil that it was not Grant, because the

skipper would have remembered him, and that it was not Sherman, because the sailors would hare been familiar with his name. They agreed on Blaine. I

then, and orobablr don t know anv bet-

ter yet They will not hear of the result of the election nntil next May.

Reeterkabie Indian Cseinssei. Tmk graphic art is not unknown, it

appears, to native journalists in India.

for from one of them we get a most vivid portraiture of the great nobles who attended the late dunbar at Lahore. The puissant Maharaiah of Caehmere is

described as looking far younger than

nis real age, by reason of his having

dyed the hair about his face with a

most powerful compound, which also straightened his features and twisted up his mustache into parallel lines to his nose." The scribe adds, rather need-

essly, that the ireneral result was " a

truly formidable aspect." The Nawab

of Bhawalppre has his portrait drawn at

run length. "Darr, slim, awkward, weak, hanrard and dissipated-lookinir."

this young chief wore on his head a monstrous turban thickly incrusted with

gems, "from under which long wisps of unclean-looU'ng hair escaped on his shoulders, and his bloodshot eves, sur

rounded by oontinffs of black lead.

peered in a forbidding manner." Not a

uieasauv uiciurv, tun it may oe as weu to remember that the subject was a Mohammedan, the uainter a Hindis.

The old Rajah of Jheeud pleased toe ntnguage, no matter how complicated,

p;;k.v.vl ami uiuuky. I.rrv IImitk. the great feminine on; - HtudKut, writes a barrel of let tci i'voi'v !a. Ir ih vi'u iUilt the late George EHnf !;!: t:iiiiu4--iiu which, although inumi .1. te, wdl .u-t "ui part be published. K.- SAt; i.n r, who died In Boston, ro. cntly, w-w the author of the well Miowu song, "A Life on the Ocean Wave." Ukohoe W. Cablk. of New Orleans, U linhhing a new story for Serioaw' ;Vf v called "Mrae. Delphlne." Like "The (irandiaaimas." tka aoaaa

is laid in Louisiana. & Ouvk Loo ax says that the largest income received by an English novelist is that of Miss Braddon. And she sa ,a that George Eliot was in style ant iinpressivenesa, much like Charlotte Cnshman. Kono Ki Cum, of the Chinese educational quarters at liartford. Conn., is wr ting a book in which English idioms and idang phrase arc compared with the Chinese modes of expressing the same ideas. Mas. Hodgsox Bckkxtt, the author of "That Lass o' Low He's," coined the gift of story-telling when she wai but seven years old, and she how says, laughinsrly. that the praotice hasbecoase so natural that she enn hardly tell the truth Stephxh a Fostbk's song, '"Way Down upon the Swanee Kirer,7' has had a sale of 300,000 copies thus alnaoet realising the hone of its author that it should rival "Home. Sweet Home," which he always maintained was written in defiance of the laws of melody. Mrs. Miller, wife of the newly chosen Senator from California, is described as a cultivated and charming lady, who will be socially an aoatstaC

tion to Washington. It is stated, also,

ttoat Senator Fair, of Nevada. wiU exoaL

in the splendor of his hospitality, any-

tain oereioiore xnown in Washington. WUKX Lord Beaconsfield first enbarad

public life, the period was a florid one. It was an age of velvet coat coUa, double waistcoats, gold chains and sparkling rings and breast pins. From these garish habiliments he nerer has

emancipated himself. Tbey perraded

me inner as weu as ins outer

They influence his thoughts, hut

guage, ana nis poncv.

Thx well-known novelist. Miss Elian

A, Dupuy, died of apoplexy at New Orleans a few days sco. She was abont

seventy years of age. She was of an old Virginia family, and was born at Norfolk, but passed nearlr the whole of

her life, except that ahe had traveled extensively in both hemispheres, in Flemmingsburg, Kr. Her meet posed novel was "The Huguenot Exiles."

MDMOROPS. Faskiok notes Greenbacks. Moncrrr cannot be expected in a air-

cos manager. His business eompeJe him to travel in a hcH-se-tenttsHoaai

manner. O. Vmvwms.

What a world of worry this is! Osm

man will be forever troubled about kins-

self, and another eternally frattW

about the poor and suffering! asseM i'VYtHsenpf. Wmrat has fallen fifteen cents a bushel during the pent week, but the interest on mortgages has remained the same. It takes a pretty hard season to depress a mortgage on a farm. totf Sam. It is worth a month's salary to perstiade a boy that he needs an overcoat. The little rascal will nut his hands . into hut pantaloons' pocket to the elbows, and chatter his teeth and delib

erately teU you that he's " j-j-jnst ae wa-a-rm." ArK Haven Xegisler. A yovxgstkk, while warming his hands at the fire, was remonstrated with by his father, who said: "Gke away from the firs -the weather is no cold." "I ain't heating the weathect r warming my handsV1 the little fellow demurely replied. New Tore Mmpress. "My wife lost her pocket-book with fifteen dollars in it to-day," said a sadlooking mail. "When, coins; down

town or coming home f" asked

body. " When? Didn't I tell yon

had some money in it?" demanded the sad-looking man, and everybody knew when she lost t,Bo$ion TrvHacripL

Thxrk is no word in the Knriiea

otitic immensely, chiefly on account of ..,! 1 i T . .... .. .. .

nis targe, long eyes, witn a oignity in them." Unfortunately, the Rajah is stout, a personal peculiarity which did not harmonise with " a very tight kincob coat, made tighter still by strings of masaive jewelry.'" It thus fell out that when the old gentleman had to stoop his head, in accordance with the prescriptions of durbar etiquette, to have his. neck encircled with a splendid necklace by the master of the ceremonies, he could not performthe feat, strive as he might. The klncmi was stout, the sewing held firmly the Rajah seemed likely to be seised with apoplexy, nntil the difiicttlty was surmounted by cutting the necklace in two and then throwing it loosely over his shoulders. He earae to the assembly, we are told. In a "barouche made of silver, drawn by four horses, with six elephants bearing silver howdahs in attendance." The Rajah of Nabha was chiefly remarkable for his "gloomy eyebrows," and for being the possessor of "a beard, black, inexpressive, thouirh defiant." He

seems to have been in a bad temper, for " his face was as dark as thunder" throughout the sitting. Of the Newab of Malar Kothv Um ojwtMiiejer mentions that he has "a thin, seattered beard

and red teeth," a mther unprepceset j. lag combination, we should lsMgtn,. JMw cjfiet,

that Dave Robinson is not as familiar with as if he bad made it himself. "Am

these terrapins you hare here on Galveston Island amphibious?" asked a newlyarrived stranger. "Are dey lamfieerous? Why, boss, dey is one ob de ekiat deUf&ieJea ob de season. Eptoacs jean

mo on em. i snouia say nay was j

noerous. wummn iresse.

A Gael Onsear.

It would be well if theater goers gen ereUy possessed the eooi head of General Canrobert A play was once seiner acted in a temporary theater, constructed of wood, in the oamp at Chalons. The hoase was crammed to suffocation, when a ery of fire made Itself heard. Instantly every one rose and a stampede mora dangerous than fire would have commenced, when. Canrobert, who was in one of the boxes with his wife, cried out ia a ringing rolce, "Let every one stay in his place," The soldiers immediately became motionless, and the Marshal resumed: "Let every one go out quietly in order, the younger soldiers first, then the older, after them the non-oom-misskmed officers, then the officers, the highest to go last." In a few minutes, though It was no false alarm of ire, tiga theater was empty without a $$ man's t being trodden on. The mmhal and wife wamtlasfc

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