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and her first glimpse into Donald's soul,
and it had terrified hor.
It was still early when they returned
!for lunch to the hotel. Joe, stunned
into silence and with round eyes, as,
oompanied them.
"I'm going to adopt him," was all
the explanation of his presence Donald
'had given, He was again as unreadable
-as a mollusk, and Arno could almost
:believe the scene in the breaker bad
been of her iniagiuing.
Hours afterward, as she sat in the
rainy dusk writing an impassioned ac-
count of the day, a faint knock sounded
-•on her door. Doualci stood outside, very
pale, an unusual oagerukss in his man-
ner.
"If you want to see what a mine looks
like, Miss Garrick, this will be your
only chance. The sheriff and his men
have come over with militia, and for
the past hour the engines have been go-
ring, pumping down air, you know.
'They think that perhaps Red Evans is
biding there,"
• "But could he? How could he get
down if the cage wasn't working?"
"You see, besides the cage there's an
iron bar—a sort of ladder 'with flat
,prongs laid upon it, the whole only half
as yard wide. This goes down through
a separate opening. It's put there as a
!precaution in case of explosions or in-
jury to the cage, but it's a matter of
life and death to use it. A desperate
,man, however, wouldn't hesitate to
take the one chance. The sheriff fancies
Red Evans may bo clinging to the
bar a good way down beyond sight, yet
not too far from the air. I don't believe
it. It's almost absurd. But they're go-
ing down and will take us along.
. "All right," said Anne. "Bot I
vou't tell Dr. Ericsson. He might be
nervous."
Twenty minutes later they were
:again at the mile. The scene was nun
tmated now. Lauterus like the eyes of
uncanny animals shot from one point to
another in the falling night. .A line of
:.soldiers coutrolled the swell of the
..mountain, and above the strikers, with
their families, sullenly watched. From
• wooden sheds came the braying of
:mules. Four men stood near the cage,
which resembled a huge brass boiler
with a round opening for air at a man's
height. The hissing and throbbing of
engines and the sound of many voices
:filled the valley with life.
Anne's fingers were unsteady as she
put on the miner's protecting outfit.
This was a rubber blouse to her knees
and a wide brimmed, glazed hat, a lit-
tle oil lamp flickering in front just
above the brim.
"Ready!" said the sheriff, and the
wire rope throbbed. _
The cage shot down with tremendous
speed. Tile 1agope on the hate flared in
.the gust through the oircular opening
in the wall. It was a breathless, anxious
descent. Anne closed her eyes and stood
like one in a trance until the journey
was completed.
When by Donald's side she stepped
into the underworld, an overwhelming
'depression seized her. She had not
dreamed how the knowledge of being
2,000 feet beneath the ground ebe trod
so lightly could chill a heart. The rank,
moist place smelled of death,. She gazed
at the jagged ceiling of coal upheld by
tremendous tree trunks planed at regu-
lar distances and forming a rude aisle,
the fungus on props and beams, the
sluggish pools in every depression, the
empty mule carts and discarded picks.
Just where the bat lamps flung their
beams there was light, and beyond lay
appalling mystery.
"You'd better sit on this knoll."
.And Donald, circling his lantern over
his head, showed ger the up hill recesses
of a vast worked out chamber. "I'll go
with the men down this gangway a bit.
We'll not be far away. See, they're
looking in the mule carts. I'd like to
be on the spot if they get him. I want
:his 'face."
"I'll be alone here!" was Anne's in-
ward exclamation. "You won't be
long," she said and sat down, apparent.
.ly calm.
"We're just going down this asaan•
,Biliousness and
Torpid Liver
Headache and stomach
troubles are thoroughly
cured by Dr. Chase's
Kidney -Liver Pills.
Ma. Roosxs CLA:rCY, farmer, Chepstowe,
/Bruce County, Ont., states :—" t have used Dr.
‘Chase's Kidney -Liver fills, and would say that
ttherc is no medicine that equals them as a cure
for stomach troubles, biliousness, torpid liver
and headache. I was troubled a great deal with
'these ailments before using Dr. Chase's Kidney.
Liver Pills, and they have proven wonderfully 1
:successful in my cast.
way." £ud Donald turned away, his
fingers tingling to sketch her as she sat
there, the light flaring above her eyes.
Ten minutes passed. Anne saw the
men entering into the virions hewn
chambers, plunging their lanterns into
clumsy carts, leaping into pits. Her
heart seemed to have ceased beating.
She found herself waiting for a cry of
triumph and fancied the searchers drag-
ging out a struggling, stormy browed
figure, the murderer at bay.
Then an uulooked for thing happened.
Without warning the moving throng of
figures turned a corner, and she was
alone in silence save for the dropping of
water, in darkness save for the light
upon her hat. She seemed to become
stone surrounded by an atmosphere of
horror.
This paralyzing spell broke, and her
blood crept in cold currents around her
epiue, for up in the black hollow be-
hind her she heard a quick breath, then
another, and a piece of coal tinkled
down the declivity to her feet. The
breathing came closer. It was just be-
hind her now. There was a step, and
she knew a horror unnamable stood at
her back. She did not turn or move
tbe stiff fingers clasping her knee or
flicker an eyelid.
She was roused from the thrall of ter-
ror by a sight to haunt her while she
lived. A man groveled before her, his
supplicating clutch upon her knee. The
nnoertaiu flame of her lamp flung blue
splashes into the hollows of his face.
His red hair was glued to his throat.
Te red streaked flannel shirt was open
to the waist, showing his bairy chest.
Mildew and coal black covered him.
There was a' mortal huuger in his
glance. She was gazing at Red Evans
and he was praying for his life, but
praying was a mild word for the spurt-
ing whispers from his gaping mouth
as his eyes shot from right to left in
fear of the returning hunters.
"Didn't set out for to kill Hinkley,
as God hears me, miss. No, 'twas fair
fight, an he drew me mad. I flung the
stone. I didn't believe him dead till he
fell back wi' the blood bnbblin from
him. I been hidin here for two days,
starvin on that ladder, 'tween earth an
hell, crawled clown when the engines
begun to work, been Iyin on my face up
here ever sauce. They'll bang me.
Don't let 'am. Help me. I've had a
hard life eno' 'thout hangin at the end
o't. Oh," and the word was a. long
shudder, "my God, for one chance! I
never had noan. One chance—one."
It seemed to Anne as if a great length
of time had passed, as if herself and her
life were myths, and nothing in all the
world was as positive as this man's
misery and his olaiva. She sat motionless
with strained, bright eyes.
He had taken another's life, it was
clear. She was a newspaper woman,
face to face with an important opportu-
nity. If she gave the murderer to his
pursuers, The Citizen would have gained
a story unshared by its rivals. As a
newspaper woman she should make the
most of this moment. She hesitated.
The man's eyes looked up at her like a
famished dog's. As a newspaper wom-
an, yes, but as a woman, no.
She sprang up, fired by the desire to
save bim. His eyes were terrible as he
crouched in the slime at her feet. He
had suffered enough.
"Cowe along," she said, her voice
harsh with fear as a man's laugh dis-
tantly awakened echoes in the caverns.
"They've already searched the mule
carts. Climb into this one. They won't
look again. Lie down low, so. I'll put
my cloak over you. Try to breathe more
softly. Hush, they're coming."
Donald hurried toward her first and
found hor sitting where he bad left her.
"Wagner said he'd come back end
stay near you," he said hurriedly as he
wiped his brow. "I've just found out
that he sneaked on, the little beast."
"Did you find any trace of Evans?"
she managed to ask.
"No, he's not here. They might have
known that. You're shivering. Why,
where's your cloak?"
"Say nothing about that," she said
in sudden fear, springing up. "Manage
to have the others go up first. I'll ex-
plain after. They must go up first.
Leave me here."
The cage had been very crowded coin-
ing down, and when every worked out
recess bad been searched the men were
glad to let the newspaper people wait
for a second trip.
"Well, that's settled," Anne heard a
man say. his throaty tones inflated with
satisfaction. "He ain't in the mine, he
ain't on the ladder, and d—n him wher-
ever he is."
The cage Leaped beyond her sight.
Donald, with the ineffectual light mak-
big big shadows leap around bim, came
town the alley and stood before her. He
knew some disclosure was trembling on
her lips.
"We're alone now," he said. "You
ook awful. Take a little."
He held out is flask of whisky, and
Anne greedily swallowed a mouthful.
It revived her and made her brave
again. She listened to the breaking of
the wire ropes, but instead of fear her
ayes flashed with determination.
" going
to trust you,Donald Id Se-
fain," she said slowly, rising and touch-
ing bis arm. "Tett, I'm going to trust
ren. I believe in your pity And your
honer."
His ey'alt answered her; he held kid
breath.
"I would not think of being without a box of
.these pills in the house, and whenever I feel any
symptoms of these disorders I take one of these
,pills, and they set me all right again. 1 can
strongly recommend Dr. Chase's Kidney -Liver
Pills for the troubles mentioned above."
i e
Dr. 11s on ill a
r, Chase's Kidney -Liver ey
-Liver P
p
1 dealers, *Scents a box, at all d .a ors, or Edman -
son, Bette and Company, '1'oibnto, To protect
you liestinst imitations, the portrait and signet.
urs et Dr. A. W. Chase, the famous receipt
book author, are on every box.
Pain cannot waist where Dr. Climses *ea.
xohs Plaster le rppflS4.
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UNLIGHT
sojw R.ED LICE
EXPENSE
eaL for the Octagon Bar. "' self bad understood and loved him. For
1. In words that burned be sketched the
difference between David's place and.
his i. Job Temple's house --favid,
secretly loved by bim always and bit-
' terly euvied, David the figure in the
white light which he might adore, but
! never follow. Ile told her how manhood
'awe and the bitter knowledge of all.
He was despised, superfluous, and the
determination to* root to fulfill the
promise of bis dark origin to sink to
tea level considered fitting.
A stronger nature would have dogged-
' ly risen no doubt. But the other was
easy, natural and bad not Leen without
' joy. The poor, the unbapry like him -
"= know where Red Evans is," she
Paid. "He's near us, hidden under nay
cloak. He begged lois life—el, haw he
begged it—and. I couldn't give him up.
tie prayed for oue chance. Pll gist it
to him. Will you?"
Anne pressed her bands upon his
shoulders, the divinity of a mediator iu
her eyes.
A lived of feeling trickled over Deu-
' ald's heart, something never felt before—
, a pain, an ecstasy, a fire loosening some
callous growth and seeming by a mira-
cle to turn it to sunshine within him.
"Yes, yes," be said, the perplexing
joy still controlling him. "What can
we do?"
"There's only one way Red Evans
ran escape," she continued feverishly.
"I've money with mc. I'll give it to
him. But that doesn't help matters
while he's hidden here. The only way
he can leave the mine unquestioned is
by putting on your blouse and hat and
taking your place when I go up. Once
he's freed, I'll return, for yon, This is
my plan—to pretend I lost some money
and come back with these things I wear
secreted under my own cloak for you,
to slip them to yon, have you put them
on, step out unnoticed and join the
searchers for tbo money. It will be easy
enough. All men look alike in these
things, and with the collar np and one's
face turned away they make a good
disguise. But should there be any com-
ment you'd have to insist that you camp
down with me the second time. Are you
willing? Will you risk it? I promise to
return for yon."
In answer Donald took off the long
blouse and hat and saw Anne's eyes
darken with gratitude. She pointed to
the mule cart.
"He's there, and you'll need to give
bim some whisky; he's so weak."
After putting out the light upon his
hat, which had begun to flicker, Donald
stepped across an oozing stream and
leaned over the cart.
"Evans! Evans! Look np, man!
Here's your chance. This bat and
blouse" — He broke off abruptly.
"Why doesn't be answer?"
He bent nearer and touched the head
and face of the hidden man.
"Oh, if he's fainted bow can wo save
bit? There isn't a moment," whispered
.Anne in a frenzy of feay.
Donald climbed into the zrllle cart
and plunged down.
"He's dead !"
The words rang out. The echoes car-
ried them and played with them in a
ghastly way. No need of plans, sacri-
fice, danger. Freedom and the hangman
were alike impossible and indifferent to
Red Evans now.
Anne saw Donald's face lifted,
touched by the awe always following
the wake of the great mystery, but only
for a few seconds before her lamp went
out with a long leap, as if protesting
against some new, uncanny presence,
and they were in darkness with the
dead.
Anne sank down, her folded arms
resting against a wet wall. Everything
seemed to slip into a mist; she felt
numbed, vanquished, when, like a
promise of good, Donald's groping hand
sought hers and held it firmly. They
did not speak. It was a burden even to
think of the horrors surrounding them,
the masses of coal not far above their
heads creaking like a lazy monster set-
tling himself, the whimpering of flying
rats and the knowledge that beside
them lay a dead man, a look of affright
on his face.
After awhile it became evident that
something delayed the return of the
cage. Hours seemed to Drawl by as they
to rest after Soared hardship seemed
riving way to grief, .and Las weak
body collapsed.
Ile was in Donald's home, a trio of
small scorns in a street a short distanoe
front The Citizen. They were cheap
apartmcuts, hut hopefully clean, presid-
ed over by a "Ione" woman, Mrs. Mnl-
ligau, who lived en the flour beneath.
' Anne often went home with Donald.
in the quick sinter ducks, and, step-
ping from the hull into the firelight,
ebe would feel as if summer had come
across the suow and kissed her. The
, room was always sweet smelling from a
bunch of flowers, the kettle always
singing, the lamp shaded.
"Ab, Jce, dear, if yez bad .seen me
whin I was youug!" she had surprised
Mrs. Mulligan saying once as sbe knit-
ted, bide the pillowed chair where Joe
reelint:d, pale from the languor of un-
healthy sleep. "There was a sight for
ye! The girls of today with their
crotched in bodies and white cheeks
stuck to the bene—what are they? Ab,
aviek, girls were different in moy toimeI
Why, I shtud 14 stone, weighed in me
stockings. Me hair sbtud out loike
eaves en both soides of me head, alau-
ea, 'twas so thick. As fer me cheeks,"
she added in climactic triumph, "they
sbtuek out loike apples and were that
red ye cud bleed them with a shtraw."
On nights like these Douald's nature
seemed to expand and exult. He sur-
prised Anue by his humor, his mocking
grace as host, his boyish play with Joe,
a the rest he had grown content to tear
principles to rage, revel iu the mud, live
Sir the moment and go with flags flying
to ruin and death.
"Why didu't you try to do well?"
; Anne asked urgently. li
"I was afraid," he said in a lifeless
° tone. "I thought it wouldn't is for me
a with the inherited tendeucies of which
I was so constantly reminded. Besides,
no one cared. That was it. It's all well
; enough to talk of doing right, but when
your iustiuct leads you to the wrong
and there's not a soul on earth to caro a
pin if you're fished ont of the river, a
boy—at least most boys—would get into
an easy stride on the wrong read."
"No, you needn't have gone," she
said passionately.
"I'm not tryiug to excuse myself."
"But'you're not hopeless, are you?"
! "I don't know," he said slowly. "1
I ought to be. I have been. But tonight
R somehow I wish I could begin over
agaiu."
He heard a sob. All Anne had felt
during the trying day and the pathos of
! this confidence bad touched her beyond
. endurance. She wept unrestrainedly
from a full heart. She could not see
! Donald's eyes nor how they grew intent
kaud unbelieving. It seemed impossible
that he should hear a woman's sobs for
him, tears for bim. They were terrible
and racked him, but they were sweet
too.
Before be could fully accept the won-
derful occurrence as true and before
Anne could coutrol herself to speak the
grating of the wire ropes in the shaft
cautiously commeuced.
A light spraug into Donald's face,
and despite the opposing forces tearing
him like teeth he pressed her hand and
said iu a whisper that was slow and
difficult :
"If I do make auytbiug of myself, if
I ever do, it won't be because it's right
nor for society, nor even for shame of
what I am, but for you."
When they entered the cage, Anne's
tear swolleu face needed no explanation.
To have been kept in a mine for au
hour without a light because part of
the machinery had slipped its groove
and to have chanced upon Red Evans
dead was enough to unnerve any woman.
Only Anne and Donald ever knew the
truth of tbat hour. They stepped into
the night and saw the moon filling the
place with phosphoric light, making a
glory of the drenched earth. More mar-
velous than this white atmosphere of
peace after the stormy day was the
friendship which bad put forth sudden
flower in silence and night.
CHAPTER VIII.
' By the middle of December even the
most careless in the office of The Citizen
had connuented upon the change in
Donald Sefain. He was no longer the
voluntary recluse, a naau parading bis
vices, eager to be judged by thein aloue.
He bad learned to believe in his possi-
bilities. His fettered nature, feeding on
all that was rotten, had risen like a
dazed, huugry thing following an in-
stinct for better food and freedom. .Am-
bition, a rebellious prisoner always, bad
revived in him after he had striven to
crucify it. It called to him iu the long
nights, in his lonely walks, and its
voice was somehow Aune's:
"What 'have you cone with your
life?"
The assertion of his best instincts had 5
left their marks upon the onter man.
His antagonism and gloom had almost .
vanished; so bad his untidiness and air
of general dissoluteness. Ile carried
himself better, his clothes were better, r
and they were worn as if he respected
them and himself.
As his hebits mended and his work
steadily improved David Temple treated
him as a worker whom he prized. A j
closer degree of intimacy between the
two men seemed impossible. They saw �!
each other seldom, save iu tho office.
But Anne was the friend of both.
David visited her less ofteu than in 1
the summer, his engagements were so
many, but every hour he could spare
was spent iii her pretty, out of the way
rooms. He let the social mask fall when
with her as with no ono else. Any one
seeing him pacing up and down ber !
room, a privileged cigarette between his •
fingers, as he indulged in brilliant non-
sense, laughiug like a boy when he
• pulled her pet theories to bits as if he
blew away loose rose petals, would
scarcely have kuown him.
Anne loved these boars with him,
and her happiness went with her, ab-
sorbing her thoughts to the detriment
of the art so dear to her. The pen lay
dry upon the sheets of ger novel. She
no longer struggled against the passion-
ate effacement of self in another's be-
ing. She did not torment her heart by
looking for a growing love in David's
eyes. She was couteut to drift. It was
evident to all he was very fond of her.
Ile sought ber familiarly. She knew
nothing of his life beyond the small
horizon of her own, and, feeling an an-
ticipative joy which seemed to melt her
future with his, she was couteut.
Dr. Ericsson had inuch to engross him
and ka him away. The wild winter
weather had brought the Usual illnesses,
and the Waverly plane house was in
chaos, preparing for the %rival df his
Wife And slaw hter sifter r
g e an absence of
eight h t y y ears.
1t
Anne had plenty of leisure, and she
gave ntneh of 14 to Donald Sefsln.' Be-
taieeu them they made some of those
*Shier rd&atr idyls of joy for little JJ+ i
trent Ile Kar illy AIL °!wing Way
She pointed to the mute cart.
sat there, hand in band, scarcely speak-
ing until it became imperative to talk
and let sound trouble the blaok pall di-
viding and overhanging them.
Then something happened that seem-
ed to Anne beyond belief. Donald in
hesitating tones began speaking of him-
self. To see the lips of the sphinx melt
WAS a smile could scarcely have been
more astounding to her. She listened,
understanding how the nights and
sounds of that terrible day and the in-
timate hand clasp its the blackness had
aroused the inner self be so consistently
silenced.
Her heart smarted for bim as she
beard the heltiny story of his childhood.
b old see him laf 9 orb n e eo t p a ed, ander
U unfriendly roof, no natural love ex-
cusing his faults, loneliness eating tato
hint. i etaelinesst It was the word in
whit% his life had reared Ste twirled
atrs elers. •
Bending orcr the decaying fire, he hail
played for tham
wlao adored him. Sometimes when ]; e
read aloud after dinner and Mrs. Mnl-
ligau sat motionless as a sphinx save
for tbe darting needles, Anue knelt on
the floor, her arms around the boy. His
feverish month would creep close to
her ear and he would tell her how he
loved Mr. Sefaiu and how he was never
to go back to the mines, never. Anne
would assure him of this while holding
him to her and kissing him in a little
storm of love, and then her eyes would
rove over bim, Isis hands with no more
substance than claws, dry and hot, his
hungry eyes seeming to hold life like a
picture before them in an endeavor to
see all traickly before the short day
ended.
It was Donald who showed Anne
some of the singular sides of the city's
life.
During this season of pore frost when
the electric wires spanning the city
were turned iuto glacial ribbons and
the noise of traffic on the frozen ground
was like the clamor from brass, she
often fouud herself treading the narrow,
uphill streets in the lower quarter of
the city to see some marvelous "End"
of his.
Once it was an old Russian musician,
a political exile. The room they found
!aim iu was wretched, but in a corner
stood a samovar of copper fit for a
prince's table. This and the Amati on
the old man's knee were the only visible
relics of a sumptuous past. Bending
over the decaying fire, he had played for
them wild and terrible music, which
awoke strange fancies. It seemed to
whisper of a spirit haunting a familiar
but empty house, where moonlight
streamed through the bare windows; it
(To he continued.)
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The wise mother gives her children
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a box by writing the Dr. Williams' Medi-
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During the recent manoeuvres of the
Fifth uhlans at Dusseldorf, on the
Rhine, a restive horse upset a boat eon-
taining six men, two being carried away
by the rapid current and drowned.
It is is reported from Rome that the
sacred college unanimously approves the
action of Cardinal Merry del Val as
secretary of state in the rupture be-
tween the Vatican and the Government
of France.
According
to a Ja ane
se trade
journal,
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tensions in that country during 1203, as
Only 211 miles of new track wet Opened
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Perhaps you like�� your gray hair; then keep it. Perhaps not;
then remember—Hall's Hair Renewer always restores color to
gray hair. Stops falling hair, also. '7-11'p u"t'co'`1 awwa
London City Council voted to increase
the May er's salary from MO to $1.200
Magluire Hogue was found guilty of
wife murder at Montreal and sentenced
to be hauged on November 15th.
It's funny how nuyborly can judge
how lunch better it is for his h'aaith to be
out in the free air et the races thau to
be shut up in a stuffy church.
I A woman has n haat time couvineing
hers-lf at all the taines she couviaabett
her huseauhd.
When a man has to support his grown-
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up sou his mother says he has au artistic.
temperament.
A gill can always confirm ber snapie-
ions of a man by t eing in a room with:
; huu when the lights go out.
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No young man should enter any calling in life without
a business training.
'Doesn't matter whether the calling is a profession,
a trade or in the mercantile world, a man can do his work
better if he knows how to apply business methods.
The Forest City Business and Shorthand College
teaches business in a practical way—does things just. the
same as a business office.
Students may enter any time during term. Booklet free.
J. W, Westervelt, Principal, Y.M.C.A. Building, London.
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they say about it. The following prices will not raise for 12 months.
• July delivery per ton lots and over, WG 80
•August delivery .. " " $(1 110
• September and 7 following mouths " " " $7 00
To take advantage of the above prices,orders must be in by the fifth of
retch month for immediate delivery or they will take the next month's prima.
Farmers wiebing to load and draw their own Coal will have 25c pert= rebate.
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Need and Coal °Moe, next Zarbrigq'>t Photo Gallery; Phone 64.
• Branch Mee at A. E. Smiths bank; Phone 6. Residence Phone tui.
NOW FOR THE WOOD.
N0. 1—Beat Body hardwood, per Cord $3,00
No. 2—Hardwood, from Smaller Timber per Cord ... , .. . 2,75
No. 3—Hardwood, and Ash. mixed, per Cord, 13.80
No. 4 --Ash and Elm, mixed, per Cord . ... .. . ....... . . . 2.25
No. 5 --Slabs and soft Timber, per Cord. 2„00
t furnaces Rough wood, (-hunks, e t, , for o nuc s and hoe stoves..., 2.00
(Nos. 1 and 2 out front green timber.)
Our terms for Coal and Wood are strictly cash.
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