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The Wingham Times, 1915-07-01, Page 7July Jst, 1915 THE WINGI-IAM TIMES rByxJ:Hartley Manners A Comedy of Youth Pounded by Mr. Manners on Hit Great Play of the Same Title—Illustrations From Photographs of the Play cap »might. MAX by Dodd. Mead Ls Compeer CHAPTER RR. Ethel and .Brent. • THEL dropped her gaze from his face and said, with the suspicion of a smile playing around ber lips: "If you had the right to make lova to me straightforwardly—you wouldn't -do it." He looked at her in amazement, "What do you mean?" he gasped. "It's only because yon haven't the right that you do it—.by suggestion," ,Ethel pursued. "How can you say that?" And • he .put all the heart be was capable of into • the question. "You don't deny it," she said quietly. He breathed bard and then said bit- terly: "What a contemptible opinion you -must have of me!" "Then we're quits, aren't we?" "How?' be asked. ''Haven't yon one of me?" "Of you? Why, Ethel"— "Surely every married man must 'have a contemptible opinion or the Wo• man he covertly makes love to. I! he hadn't he couldn't do it, could be?" Once again she leveled her cold, im- passive eyes on Brent's flushed face. "I don't follow you," was all Brent ?•said. "Haven't you had time to think of .an answer?' "1 don't know what you're driving " he added. Ethel smiled her most enigmatical • smile. "No? I think you do." She waited . a moment Brent said nothing. This was a new mood of Ethel's. It baffled ,him. Presently she relieved the silence by . asking him: "What happened last night?" He hesitated. Then he answered:, "I'd rather not say. I'd sound like a - cad blaming. a woman." "Never mind how it sounds. Tell it. It must have been amusing." "Amusingl"• He bent over her again. "Oh, ,the more I look at you and listen -to you the more 1 realize 1 should nev- - er haye married." "Why did you?" came the cool gees• . tion. Brent answered with all the power . at his command. [fere was the mn .went to.lay bis heart bare thnl Ethel , might see. "Have you ever seen n ,young nail- fresh from its kind, run ileadlon;e Into . a snare? Have you ever seen a young man free: or the trammels et dice, ,, dash into a net? I did: 1 wasn't trap wise." He paced the room reiUessly all tale - self pity rising in hint. [le went nu "Heavens, what uursltligs we me when we first feel our feet! We re • like children just loose from the watt ing strings. Anything that glittery • catches us Every trop that is set for • our unwary feet we drop Into I did - dropped in,^caught latnd ,inti foot, wind . and soul." "Soul?" queried Ethel, with a note • of doubt. "Yes," he answered. "Don't You mean body?" she sug- • gested. "Body, mind and soul!" he said, with .an air of tinality. "Well, body tiuyway," summed up Ethel. "And for what?" he' went on. "For what? Lover Companionship! That ,is what we build 011 111 Marr':Igo And whet did 1 realize? 1111«• and 'yarn ..gling; wa'atlgliug, lust ie. the cotum00 herd, with no aclvii 1tages, wrangle and make it a port of their lives, the '.:zest to their union. It's 11000 my curse." "I;VILT, raa::)il i >" r :nulled fi theL 'WAS S WEAK WOULD HAVE TO STAY IN BED. Milkttertt's Irleart and Nerve PHIS Cured Her. Mrs, J. Day, 234 John St. Sruti+., Hamilton, Ont., writes: "I was se ion down with a weak heart thrt"t I could r : t even sweep the floor, nor could. I 11(.c1) at Might. I was so awfully sick st in: tin cs I had to stay in bed all clay as 1 rias :o Weak. I used three and a litiif 1.s t s of Milbtirn's Ileart and Nc rvc 11 , and I ant a cured woman tonin, Ltd t4 strong as any one could i:e, and an' Cr it my own housework, even my own wath- ing, "I doctored for over two years, t rt got no help until I tired your pills." Milburn's heart and Nerve fills are 5Oc per box, 3 boxes fcr ' ' t.t t'.1 •. dealers or mailed direct on receipt cf price by The 'r. Milburn Co., Limited, "'Toronto, Ont. "She didn't unaerstaad."'""_ -- "You?' asked Ethel, in surprises. "M.y thoughts, my actions!" "How curious!" "Yon mean you would?" "Probably." "I'm sure of it." He tried to take her band. She drew it away and set- tled herself comfortably to listen again: "Tell me more about your wife." "The slightest attention shown to any other woman meant a ridiculous, a humiliating scene." •'Humiliating?" "Aren't doubt and suspicion humil- iating?" "They would be a compliment in eeme cases." "How?" "They would put a fictitious value on some men." "You couldh't humiliate in that way," he ventured slowly. "No. 1 don't think 1 could. 1! a man showed a preference for any other woman sbe would be quite welcome to bim." "No man could!" said Brent insin- uatingly. She looked at him coldly a moment. "Let me see—where were yeti? Just married, weren't you? Go on." "Then came the baby." He said that with a significant meaning and paused to see the effect on Ethel. If it had any Ethel effectually concealed it Her only comment was: "Ah I" Brent went on: "One would think that would change things. But no. Neither of us want- ed anted her. Neither of us loves her. Chil- dren should come of love, not hate. And she is a child of bate." He paused, looking intently at Ethel. She looked understandingly at him, then dropped her eyes. Brent went on as if following up an advantage: "She sits in her little chair, her small, wrinkled, old, disillusioned face turned to us, with the eyes watch- ing us accusingly. She submits to ca- resses as though they were distasteful, as if she knew they were lies. At times sbe plashes the nearing face away with ber little baby fingers.". He stop- ped, watching her eagerly. Her eyes went down. . "I shouldn't tell you this. It's ter- rible. I see it in your face: What are you thinking?" "I'm sorry," replied Ethel simply. "For me?" "For your wife." "My wife?"' he repeated, aghast "Yes," said Ethel. "Aren't you? No? Are you just sorry for yourself?" Brent turned impatiently away. So this laying open the wound in his life was nothing to Ethel. Instead of pity for him, all it engendered in her was sorrow for his wife. How little women understood himl There was a pathetic catch in his voice as he turned to Ethel and said reproachfully: "You think me purely selfish?" "Naturally," she answered quickly. "I am. Why not be truthful about our- selves sometimes? Eh?" "We quarreled last night—about yon!' be said desperately. "Really?" "Gossip has linked us together. My wife has heard it and put the worst construction on it" "Well?" "We sold things to each other last night that can never be forgiven or forgotten. 1 left the house and walked the streets—hours! I looked my whole life baek and through as though it were some stranger's." He turned ab - He Impulsively Stretthod Out His Arms, Embracing Her. raptly awily to the windows and stayed u moment, looking Uown the drive. Ethel said nothing. Ile came back to her in a few mo- ments. "1 tell you we ought to be taught— we ought to be taught, when we are young. what marriage really means, just as we are taught not to steal. nor lie. nor sin. In marriage we do all three—when rve're ill mated. We steal affection from some one else, we lie in our lives, and we sin in our relation- ship." Ethel asked bim very quietly: "Do you mean that you are a sinner, a thief and a liar?' Brent looked at her in horror. "Olt, take some o! the blame!" said Ethel. "Dont put it all on the wo- man." "You've never spoken to me like this before." "rve often wanted to,, replied Ethel; then she asked "What do you in- tend doing?" "Separate," he answered eagerly. "Yon don't doctor a poisoned limb wben your life depends on it; you cut it off. When two lives generate a deadly poison, Lace the problem as a surgeon would—amputate." ' "And after the operation—what then?' asked Ethel. "That Is why 1 am here facing you. Do you understand what I mean?" "Oh, dear, yes—perfectly! 1 have been waiting for you to get to the point" "Ethel!" and he impulsively stretch- ed out his arms, embracing her. She drew back slightly, just out of bis reach. "Wait" She looked up at him quiz- zically. "Suppose we generate poison? What would you do—amputate me?" "You are different from all other women." "Didn't you tell your wife that when you asked ber to marry you?" He turned away impatiently. "Don't say those things, Ethel; they hurt." "I'm afraid, Christian, I'm too frank. Am I not?" "You stand alone, Ethel. Yon seem to look into the hearts of people and know why and bow they beat" "I do—sometimes. It's an awkward faculty." He looked at her glowingly. "How marvelously different two women can bel Yon—my wife!" Ethel shook ber head and smiled her calm, dead smile: "We're not really very different Christian. Only some natures like change. Yours does. And the new have all, the virtues. Why, I might not last as long as your wife did." "Don't say that We have a com- mon bond—understanding... "Think so?" "I nnderstand you." ... "I wonder." " ^" "You do me." "Yes—that is just the difficulty." "I tell you I am at the crossroads. The finger board points the way to me distinctly." "Does It?" "It does." He leaned across to her. "'Would you risk it?" "What?" she asked. "I'll hide nothing. I'll, put it all be- fore you—the snubs of your friends; the whisper of a scandal that would grow into a roar; afraid to open a aewspaper, fearing what might be printed in it; life at first in some lit- tle continental village, dreading the passers through, keeping, out of.•sight lest they should recognize one. No. It wouldn't be fair to you." Ethel thought a moment., then an- swered slowly: "No, Chris, I don't think it would." "You see I am a cad—just a selfish cad!" "Aren't you?" and sbe smiled up at him "I'll never speak of this again. 1 would have spoken now—only-I'm dis- tracted—completely distracted. Will you forgive me for speaking as I, did?" "Certainly," said EtheL "I'm not offended. On the contrary. Anyway, I'll think it over and let you know." "You will, really?" he asked greedily, grasping at the straw of a hope. "You will really think it over?" "I will, really." "And when she sets me tree," he went on. "we could, we could"— He suddenly stopped. She looked coolly at him as he hesi- tated and said, "It is a difficult little word at times, isn't it?" "Would you marry me?" he asked. with a supreme effort "I never cross my bridges until I come to them," said Ethel languidly. "And we're such a long way from that one, aren't we?" "Then I am to wait?" "Yes; do," she replied. CHAPTER XIII. An Unexpected Arrival. "S all your money gone?" Brent I asked EtheL "I think so." "1Good heavens!" "Dear mamma knows as little about business as she does about me. Until this morning she has always had a rooted belief in her blink and ber daughter. If I belt with you her last cherished illusion will be destroyed." "Let me help you," he said eagerly. "I3ow?" And she looked at him again with that cold, hard scrutiny. "Lend us money, do you mean?" He fell into the trap. "Yes," he said. "I'd do that if you'd let me." She gave jest the suggestion of a sneer and turned deliberately away. He felt the force of the unspoken re• proof. "1 beg your pardon," he said humbly. She went on as if she had not heard the offenelve suggestion, "So you Ilea 'wo'te ..both,. In a wap, et :fixe crow Neo Constantly Troubled With Boils. HAD NINE ON HIS ARMS AT ONCE. Burdock Blood Bitters CURED Hill. Boils are caused by had blood, and unless the blood is made pure you cannot expect t.l tet rid of them. Ointments and salves will do you no good. You must get at the seat of the trouble by using a good internal blood purifying medicine such as that grand old remedy Burdock Blood Bitters. Mr. Samuel Buckler, Tatamagoucbe, N.S., writes: "Last summer I was constantly troubled with boils. I bad nine on my arms at once. I thought it was caused from bad blood so I got two bottles of Burdock Blood Bitters, and before the first bottle was done I began to feel a great deal better, and before the second one was finished I did not have a boil, nor have I had one since. I cannot recomtnend B.B.B. too highly." Burdock Blood Bitters is manufactured only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont, roads."-•- "' ._. He seized ber hand fiercely. "Let me take you away out of it ail," be cried. She withdrew her hand slowly. "No," she said, "not just now. I'm not in a bolting mood today." He moved away. She watched him. Then she called him to her. Some- thing in the man attracted this strange nature. She could not analyze or de- fine the attraction. !Int the impelling force was there. l a Ethel spoke to him for the first time softly, almost caressingly. "Chris, some time, perhaps in the dead of nigbt, something will snap In me—the slack, selfish, luxurious me, that bates to be roused into action— and the craving for adventure will come. Then I'll send for you:" He took her band again, and this time she did not draw it away. He said in a whisper: "And you'll go with me?" Ethel stretched lazily and smiled at flim through her half closed eyes. "I suppose so. Then heaven help you!" "Why should we wait?" he cried. "It will give us the suspense of ex- pectation." "1 want youl I need you!' he pleaded. "Until the time comes for amputa- tion?" "Don't! Don'tI" And he dropped ber hand suddenly. "Well, I don't want you to have any illusions about me, Chris. I have none about you. Let us begin fair anyway. It will be so much easier when the end comes." "There will be no end!" he said pas- sionately. "1 love you—love you with every breath of my body, every thought In my mind, every throb of my nerves. I love your" He kissed her 'hand re- peatedly. "1 love you!" He took her in his arms and pressed ber to him. She struggled with him without any anger or disgust or fear. As she put him away from her she just said sim- ply: . "Please don't. It's so hot this morn- ing.. As she turned away from him she was struck dumb. Sitting beside the table in the middle of the room, her back turned to them, was the strangest, oddest little figure Ethel had ever seen. Who was she? How long had she been in the room? Ethel turned to Brent. He was quite pale now and was nervously stroking his slight mustache. Ethel was furious. It was incredible that Brent could have been so indis- creet. How on earth did that creature get there without their hearing or seeing her? Ethel went straight to the demure little figure sitting on the chair. * s s s * s Peg's journey to England was one of the unhappiest memories of her life. She undertook the voyage 'deliberately to please her father, because he told He went to her. The Army of Constipation Is Brewing Srnall©r Every Day. CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS are responsible --they not only give relief --- they permanently cure Conseps- tion. Mil. lions use them for 6 ay.dicr~s- mess, d.:11,7ceen, Sick Ile :'tlaehe, Sallow Skin" .",rnalI Pill, 13 Bail Dose, .Srnaill Pries, Gcmtl't,:b must beer Signature `;j" ^ems''aG her it would please bim. But beneath this feeling of pleasing lam was one of sullen resentment at being 'Wade to separate from dim. She planned all kinds of reprisals upon the unfortunate people she was going among. She would be so rude to them and so unbearable that they would be glad to send ber back on the next boat. She schemed out her whole plan of action. She would contradict and disobey and berate and belittle. Nothing they would do would be right to ber, and nothing she would do or say would be right to them. She took infinite pleasure in her plan of cam- paign. Then, when she was enjoying the pleasure of such resentful dreams, she would think of her father waiting for news of her, of his pride in her. el how wuch be wanted her to succeed. She would realize how much the part- ing meant to hits, and all her little plots would tumble down, and she would resolve to try to please her re- lations, (earn all she could, succeed be- yond all expression and either go back to America prosperous or send for ber father to join her in England. All her dreams had her father either centrif- ugally or centripetally beating through them, She refused all advances of friendship aboard ship. No one dared speak to her. She wanted to be alone in tier stir - row. She and ,Michael would romp on the lower deck by favor of one of the seamen. who would keep a sharp look. out for officers. This seaman—O'Farrell by name— took quite a liking to I'eg and the dog and did many little kindly, gracious acts to minister to the comfort of both of them. He warned her that they would not let Michael go with ber from the dock until be Lind first been quaran- tined. This hurt l'eg more than any thing could. She burst into tears, '1'o have Michael taken from ber would be •the last misfortune. She would, in- deed. be alone in that strange country. She was inconsolable. O'Farrell at lust took it on himself to get the clog ashore. He would wrap him up in some sailcloths, and then Ire would curvy Michael outside the gates when the customs authorities had examined her few belongings. When they reached Liverpool O'Far• cell was as good as his word, though many were the anxious moments they htl1! as one or other of the customs officers would eye the suspicious pack- age O'Farrell carried so carelessly int der his arm. At the dock a distinguished looking gentleman came on board and after some considerable difficulty succeeded in locating Peg. He was a well dress. ed. soft speaking. vigorous man of for ty-five. FIe Inspired Peg with an in- stant dislike by his somewhat authori- tative and pompous manner. IIe in' troduced himself as Mr. Montgomery Hawkes, the legal adviser for the Kingsnorth estate, and at once proceed- 0 roceed• ed to take charge of Peg as a matter 01'course. Poor Peg felt ashamed of her poor little bag, containing just a few changes of apparel, and her little p:l• per bundle. She was mortified when she walled down the gangway with the prosperous looking lawyer while extravagantly dressed people with piles of luggage dashed here and there endeavoring 'to ::et it examined. But Mr. Fla tykes did not appear to notice Peg's shabbiness. On the con trary, he treated her and her belongings as though she were the most fashion. able of fine 18(1105 and her wardrobe the most complete. Outside the gates she found O'Fnr rell waiting for her, with the precious 31ich:lel struggling to free 131mself from his coverings. Hawke:: soon had a cab alougsido. 13e helped Peg lntu it; then she stretched out tier arms. 33ud O'Farrell opened the sailcloths, 111111 out sprang Miennel, dusty and dirty and blear eyed, but, oh, such a happy. fussy, affectionate. relieved little on nine when he saw his beloved awns: tvattiug for him. Ile made one senile :It her, much to the lawyer's diglntied amazement, and began to bark at net and lick her face and hands and jump 011 and roll over and over upon i'cg 30 33n excess of joy at his release. l'eg offered O'Farrell an Aulericau dollar. She had t•ery little left. O'Farrell indignantly refused to taste it. "U11, but ye must, lndade ye must:" died Peg in distress "Sure 1 won't tie airy tonight if ye don't. I:ut for you poor Michael here might have been 00 that place ye spoke of -111:11 '111ar:ultive, w.11atever it is. 1'e Hayed Mtn from that. And don't despise it. see:else it's an Amcri,:ll dollar. pure it has o value 1111 0001. the tvurrid Aa, besides, I have no English money," Peep i'eg pleaded that O'Farrell should tate it. IIe (133(3 been so nice t0 !Ler au the way over [Li wI(es tulerposed siti11tn11y, gst ve t)'lei ris ll rl sill 1Ilugs. Ulaul:is! 111111 (0:n'nl(y for his kindbess to 1'e;; and het dug, returned the dull:u to Pets 101 her say eoudby to the kindly sail ur, told the ,abulau to drh'e to a eer lain railway statim. anti iii n few spc ends they were howling along and reS had entered 11. new enuntry 111111 a new Ilfe They reached the r;titwny stn tion, 011d fistulas procured tickets, 11(1(1 In half an hour they were on :1 train bound for the north of Eugl11d. During the journey Ilawkes volv0 (vestal no information. He bought her papers and mag:azures and offered her lunch. This Peg refused. She said the shill had not agreed with het'. She clld not think she would want food for a long time to come. After awhile, tired out with the rush and excitement of the ship's arrival, Peg fell asleep. In a few hours they reached their destination. flawkes woke het and told her she was at tier journey's end. ItC again hailed a cab, told the driver ,,ge 7 -.44142. 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He would he as short a time as possible. She was just to tell the people tbat she bad been asked to call there and wait. After the cab had gone through a few streets it stopped before a big building. Hawkes got out, told the cabman where to take Peg, paid him and, with some final admonitions to Peg, disappeared through the swing doors of the town hall. The cabman took the wondering Peg along until he drove up to a very hand- some Elizabethan house. There he stopped. Peg looked at the name on the gateposts and then at the name on the card Mr. Hawkes had given her. They were the same. Once more she gathered up her belongings and her dog and passed in through the gate- posts and wandered up the long drive on a tour of inspection. She walked through the paths dividing rose beds until she came to some open windows. The main entrance hall of the house seemed to be hidden away somewhere amid the tall old trees. Peg made straight for the open win- dows and walked into the most won- derful looking room she had ever seen. Everything in it was old and massive. It bespoke centuries gone by in every detail- Peg held her breath as she looked. around her. Pictures and tapestries stored at her from the walls. Beautiful old vases were arranged in cabinets. The carpet was deep and soft and stifled all sound. Peg almost gave an ejaculation of surprise at the wonders of the room, when she sud- denly become rouseluns that she was not alone in ttie 000131. that others were there and char the} were talking. She Molted In the direction the sounds carte front and 811W, to Wer as- tunishlneat. n Irvin with 0 woman in his alms. He tr•118 speaking to her in 0 most ardent m(uluer. They were partially ((100001011 by some statuary. Peg concluded at 0nee that she had intruded 011 some 'marital scene at which stir was not desired. so she in- stantly slit de 1011 with her hack to them. She tried not to listen. but some of the words carte distiziew to her. Just as she was hemming very nneoteto''ta- Ole mid lull halt lit l:e lap her mind to tea 00 the room ntei end Somewhere 01se to trait sue sncl'h•u:t I:081.41 herself adelressecl unit 11, nn e:e,•ertolo 0e11e 00:''1' There a -en, nir:lgaatom. sur- prke mid :11100: 1n Elite: 1l:M:,1100. "Ilett/ 10114 11.13e von 1.4111 hover' f'lx rernpd :,:•wind : ud yea :1 111::13 1:1ollsen;e 1.'':t :at low di,•' -•ed pellet lath g.orii,32 uuwu at her. Vier r wns haughty In the extreme. 1'0:; ;•'lt most onlutppy as she looked at 13,•:. and did not answer tmmedl- :Ite•:r (To BE CONTINUED.) Punjab, India, devotes 21,0?5 acres to indigo production. To blow two soap bubbles at once, one within the other, is the purpose of a recently patented pipe. Peat covers about one-seventh of the area of Ireland, and the deposits aro estimated to contain nearly .40 billion tons of fuel. A hard-pressed waterproof felt treat- ed with a secret preparation, has been invented as a substitute for leather in shoe soles. SOLDIER. WARMERS. Russians Carry Little Radiators In Their Pockets. A peculiar device which Russian soldiers use to alleviate the cold while in the field is thus described by a Russian officer: Russian soldiers never suffer from frost, and if there were cases in for - frier campaigns when the soldiers have died from it, that was only due to vodka. But r.ow, when vodka and other alcoholic drinks no longer exist in the Russian army, there is no further danger fcr the Russian sol- dier, s The Japanese have taught the Rus- sians to fight the frost. It is very well known that only the inhabitants of the north of Japan are accustomed to the coldest winter, and for the Japa- nese army the prospect of a winter struggle with their enemy in Man- churia or Siberia was a problem of the greatest gravity. They succeeded in combating King Frost. The Russians first learned from their enemy how to keep warm after some winter battles when they took prisoners, and Gen. Kuropatkin, as well as all Russian generals, approv- ed the cleverness of the Japanese. It is most important for a soldier to keep his hands warm, the feet, when well covered, do not suffer so much as the hands, which are always in action, and in most eases without. gloves, especially when shooting or cleaning arms. When you have your hands warm the circulation of the blood generally becomes better, and you do not suffer from cold. I remember that during the Russo- Japanese war our soldiers brought to us officers some strange objects taken from dead or wounded Japanese. These objects were like metallic ciga- rette boxes covered with cheap velvet or some kind of stuff, and were quite,. warm as if they had been filled with hot water. With creat curiosity we studied those boxes, and when we opened the hermetically sealed top we found that the box was filled with a special sort of black, slowly burning powder, which kept the box at a con- siderable tet:rperature. Afterward, when 1 became a pris- oner of war and spent many months in Japan, I fully learned thi• method, and during all my winter's imprison- ment used these splendid cheap and comfortable pocket warmers without further suffering from cold. King Fro t was beaten. I can tru''fully say that never in my life have 1 seen anything :core practical, more eonv enient or more useful for a ,oidia•' than these warm- ers. I know how precious is a fire that can warm you a little when you are tits,*, , ' ets 10 the bones. After a 0:;.. period on outpost duty without 1. i:re you becoine apathetic, indif- ferent end yearn only for death, the great deliverer from. your physical suffering. And ?then suc1clenly you feel your- , self warm! What F „ttl)t ns then? All it forgoltta A new force rises in you, new ,our ee , new energy! A sup of lea (an tile' a mw titan of you ---a soldier vie! as1, of the greatest atest deeds of brave rg That is so, because plan is a llln:.:il hei1t:3, net. :t ma- chine. The Jai•ana , lt'i(15 '.('ll had several LI tat ;• kali lee,efiet w ti- ers and n. rt -.'1 T". t' e• 'tae der in packer. 'ilea.v 14011 Cd them when the fI' ,, t r::.', too Iiiren", and kept tLeul its tLl ir' 1;r ekole, so that they never knew rll:at it tientt to he frozen. ["00111 the monetary point of view, it is the elieapest remedy "tr,ainst frost. The powder is some kind of mixture of semi -burnt rice s.I'aw with an addition of black gunpowder and something else that I do net knew, whieh regulates the process of burning for many hours. 1 used these boxes in Japan like hot water bottles at ?right, and when 1 awoke they were shill 'Eery warm.