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About The Madras pioneer. (Madras, Crook County, Or.) 1904-current | View Entire Issue (Dec. 24, 1908)
The Magi came, nt Cbrisitmastiile, Into the night, with gifts resplendent Coursers, camels, robes of pride. Wealth of satellites dependent! ' They came with pomp; they came from fir, And followed fast the "Morning" Star I Low, in a cradle made of hay, A monarch from the heavens lay! Was it n kins in glory dight? No 'twas a cherub in pink and white! It, too, had traveled alone from far, And came in the arms of the "Evening'' Star! Which of the twfcin shall we worship most, The Star with the train and the sptendld host The Star of triumph? the Star of power? Or the Star that twinkles at twilight hour? The "Love Star" tender? Now, watch .nnd see. It is the Magi bend the knee! Ah. glory of genius, pride or wealth ! Splendor of wisdom, knowledge, health ! Powers of busy brain and feet, All of tho treasures of earth complete! Spirit of beauty and love, at last. At Thy tiny feet, all crowns are cast! John Ward Stlmson. , lleGWK8Wi Mr. and Mrs. Reminiscent sat conj fortably back iu soft leather chairs, watching the erudite and flame of a real log In the grate. "What an odd custom It Is, Isn't It, John that of hanging up one's stock ing on CbrlBtmns eve?" said Mrs. It. "Yes, It Is queer. I wonder who first thought of It?" "I haven't the faintest Idea. In fact. I never even wondered about It be fore." "That part of It doesn't matter, af ter all," observed Mr. Reminiscent "It Isn't necessary to know the origin of everything In this world. But that stocking Idea was a good one. Do you know, of all the memories of my life, I believe that of hanging up my stocking .on Christmas eve and look ing Into It in the morning was really the happiest!" "I hadn't thought of It In' years," 'but now that you mention It, I believe I agree with you," and as she stopped speaking, Mr. Reminiscent looked a little more thoughtfully Into the fire. " "Isn't It odd, too. the way one re members those things?" said John. "Why, I know Just the way that stock ing felt, when I was a little toddler, and used to hang mine up. The first ones I remember were red." "Mine were black, always. I think." "Yes. dear. I was older than you. Black ones became 'the fashion soon after I put on long trousers. But the first stockings I hung up were red." Mrs. Reminiscent smiled. "And did you wear copper-toed shoes, John?" "Yes." he admitted, Blowly. "I think I did!" "How perfectly delicious! I wish I could have seen you!" "I don't blame you for laughing. I think It must have been funny. But I had good times In those old days!" Mr. Reminiscent leaned n little more comfortably back, and was silent ab sorbed In the tender thoughts of those red stocking days away back . forty, years ago. "John, dear," said his wife, who had kept quiet as long as possible. "Yes?" "Were there ever uny holes In those red stockings?" "Do you know," he laughed, "I was Just thinking of that. I guess as long as boys have toes, there will be holes In stockings. I was Just thinking of one Christmas when I had hung up a pair of Btocklngs with a hole In the toe. I can see thut Jumping Jack's leg that was sticking out of that hole, In tho morning, Just as plainly as if I were looking at It now! Isn't It queer that we dou't forget those little things, when so mauy bigger things since then have gone completely from our memories?" "I'll wager you can't tell what I gave you for Christmas last year!" laughed his wife, apropos of testing the Idea. Mr. Reminiscent thought a moment and then shook his head. "I haven't the faintest Idea!" "A solid silver toilet set." "And I uso the things every day! Well, it's funny, Isn't It? And yet I can remember everything that was In the stocking with that Jumping Jack. There was a brass stem-winder watch, for one thing." Mr. Reminiscent was silent again. He was looking so serious that, after watching him curiously for a while, his wife laughingly asked what was the mutter, "X was thinking of that watch," he answered. . "Well, what became of Itt" "It was a rare toy, In those days, and until that moment of my life I hnd never possessed anything so perfectly wonderful. It made more noise thnn a clock, to wind it up, and then It would go like lightning, for a few seconds. I have never known time to fly as fast as It did on that watch," and he laugh ed as he thought of the way the little brass hands flew around the dial. "What Anally became of . It, dear? Did you wear It with your red stock ings and copper toes?" lie shook his head negatively. "I think the ending or that watch was the greatest blow of my life. You know Stanislaus Blnuk?" "Yes. of course.. Your cousin that you don't like." "He was at our house that Christ mas. He was a few years older than Inj? cards can no traced bnerc ror thou sands of years by tho Chinese. Their Now Year's visiting cards are curiosi ties. Kneh. ono sets forth not only tho name, but nil tho titles, of Us owner, and, as all Chlnnincn who have any social position at nil hnvo about n dozen, It mnkes the list quite appalling. These enrds are mnde of Bilk or else of tine paper backed with silk and nre so Inrge thnt they hnvo to bo rolled up to be carried conveniently. They nre, In drtsl, so valuable thnt they nre return ed to their owners. NEW YEAR THOUGHTS. Wo sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and tho pntteru which was weny lng when the sun went down Is weav ing when-lt conies up In the morning. II. W. Beccher. Wo are not In this world to do what wo wish, but to be willing to do that which It Is our duty to"lo. Gounod. It Is the every days that count They must be made to tell, or tho years have fulled. W. a Gnnnett. Soberly and with clear ves believe In your own tltiiennil pliu'o. There Is not, there never hns been, a belter tlmi or a better place to live In. Only with this belief can you bellevo In hope. I'll llllps Brooks. We may mnkc.the best of life, or we may make tho worst of It, and It- de pends very much upon ourselves wheth er we extract Joy or misery from It Smiles. Tho durkest shadows of life are those which n man himself makes when he stands lu his own light. Lord Ave bury. Our life Is short, but to expand thai span to vast eternity Is virtue's work. Shakspenre. The hour that Is gone I cannot recall, but to-morrow I will do better thau yesterday ; and all to-morrows shall be better than the yesterdays. Let us "leave behind our low-vnultcd past." Dyer. Life Is fruitful In the rntlo In which It Is laid out in noble action or pa tient perseverance. Llddon. A New Chrlntmna. Every Christmas should bo n new center of Chrlst-llfe in this world. Thnt Is what Jesus meant when he said, "The kingdom of God Is within you." He wants us to be so filled with his- life that his Influence ahull pour out through our lives for the brighten ing and sweetening of the'world. He wants us to start a new" Christmas every day, wherever we are. J. R. Miller. . A BncUvrnrd Look. Chrls'mus kin be niade u much plensanter ef the stern porunt will "THE WORLD IS MINE." . I, and It makes a good deal of differ ence between the ages of 0 and 10. I handled that little brass watch as If It had been sacred. But about an hour ufter I had taken It out of my stocking, 'Stan' got It away from me." "John !" "Yes, he did! And when I cried, he called me a baby. So I choked down my tears, and didn't even tell anybody, because he threatened to call mo' a tattle-tale Jf I did." "And didn't he ever give It back?" "Yes later In tho dny. But by that tlmo he had broken the Btera winder, and the rest of the works. I know you have wondered why I never liked Stanislaus Blank, but 1 have never told any one before.' "But you didn't cheat him In busi ness the way ho said you did, last year?" "No, dear. I never cheated any one. I Just got him In a corner, that was nil. AJid all the time he was worrjlng for fenr ho was going to lose his money, I was thinking of that little brass watch and the way he made mo suffer when he took It away from me. Maybe It wasn't a very manly spirit, but I can't herp it. It's human nature, and a fellow Ib awfully human when he's only 0!" Detroit Press. Nevr Year's Cnlla. The custom of visiting and sending presents and cards on New Year's day is recorded almost as far back as his tory goes. The practice of using visit- on'y let his mln' wander back tew tho time when he made a dash fur the ol' chimney-piece himself. N. Y. Truth. A MlmiiiderNtniiditifr. "I notice Jenks doesn't speak to you. What's tho matter?" "I can't help It. I started to talk to him about Christmas decorations the other day and he thought I referred to tho black eyes he got In a broil with a mutual friend recently." Judge. ' 'Two ICver Tliua. Ted I've been trying to catch Dolly under the mistletoe, but MIbs Autumn seems to be tho only one I can dud there. Ned It seems to be nn Instance of tho wrong girl In the right place Judge. Clirlmtmnii itt (he nonfiling IIouo Mrs. Eaton House Well, you'vo got tho largest piece of tho wishbone, Mr. Sklnnle! Now, what do you wish for? Orvlllo Sklnnle A larger piece of the meat, ma'am. : Aunt Diana j The Sunshine of the Family CHAPTER IV. -It was finally settled. Alison felt that duty called her home, and booh the day came when she hnd to part from Aunt Dlnnn. It was a sad leave-tnkliig, and tho tcaro were In Alison's eyes long after tlhc train steamed slowly Into the Ches terton station. Alison gathered up her numerous articles of traveling gear, and looked out with some eagerness, hut Rog er's tall figure was nowhere In sight and, much disappointed and Mrplexed, she gave a porter Instructions about her trav eling boxes. "Will you fetch mo a cab. please?" fal tered Alison, feeling ready to cry again nt her loneliness, and wondering at Rog er's unkind desertion, nml then nil nt onco she encountered a pair of round blue eyes, very wide open. She started; yes, thero was the wide mouth, the droll, freckled face that she remembered so well ; of course It was Rudel, grown, but not otherwise altered, grinning affably at her. "Why, Rudel," she exclaimed, reproach fully, "why did you not speak to me? I was looking for Roger, and nearly passed you by." "Oh, but I should have hallooed all In good time," ho returned, with another grin, shaking hands with her, but refrain ing from any wnrmer fraternal greeting. As soon ns she was seated In the cab ho got in after her, and proceeded to put down both windows. "You would not like me to go outside, I suppose," he said, In a good-humored, dawdling voice; "these cabs nre so stuffy they make a fellow feel queer." "Go outside If you like," returned All son, willing to humor htm, 'but rather dis turbed nt the boy's coolness. "Oh, it does not matter," was the con tradictory response; "we have not far to go, and cabby Is so unusually stout thero would not be room for Otter. Oh, by the bye, Roger told me to tell you that father told him that somebody else must come to the etntion, ns he could not be spared. Roger was awfully put nbout for he said I should be no help, and I have not been much, eh?" with nuother grin that threatened to became a laugh. "I wish dear old Roger could have come, but I am glad to see you, too," was Alison's pollre reply. "I thought you would have kissed me after two years of absence." "Oh, I never kiss girls," reddening vis ibly. "Not 3our own sisters?" exclaimed Alison, In n grieved voice. "Oh, Rudel, you used not to be so stiff and unkind." "I ain't one or the other," rousing up at this roproadi. "I think It Is first-rate your coming, I mean and you arc no end of a brick to do it and." with a sudden burst of confidence, "I shouldn't mind giving, you a kiss now and then, when you wanted it particularly, If you would promise not to tell Missle; I would not give her one no, not If she were to ask me -on her bended knees a stuck-up little minx !" "Oh, Rudel. for shame! Mabel is as much your sister as I am." "No, sho Isn't, and never shall be," growled the lad. "I tell you what, All son, you nre nn out-and-outer, nnd no mistake, and I will help you fight all your battles, that I will, ns sure ns my name Is Rudel, and thnt is better than ever so many kisses." "Dear Rudel, I am sure yon mean kindly, though you have such n funny way of showing It; but I hnvc.no wish to' fight any one." "Oh, but you will be obliged to fight Missle, whether you wish for it or not," was the cool rejoinder; but Alison was spared nny further argument on this sub ject, as they had reached The Holms, and in another moment were driving up the graveled sweep between rows of dusty evergreens. The Jlolms was a singularly built house. A square, stone hull, unenrpeted nnd chilly looking, led to the kitchen and oth ed domestic offices, nil on n Inrge scnle and unusually roomy; n wide flight of fttone steps, differing from the modern staircase by being also uncovered, led to tho sitting rooms, dining room, drawing room, school room, and study, nil open ing on to a narrow corridor, fitted from end to end with books books llternlyl lining it from floor to ceiling. As Alison wearily ascended the steps, a thin ladylike woman in a black gown, with n depressed, gentle face, came to the head of the staircase. "I am so glad to sen you, my denr," she said, kissing her affectionately. "Why, I do bellevo you are grown, Alison; you are taller.thap I expected to see you, but you nre' looking pale." "Oh, that Is nothing." .returned Ali son, hastily, "I nm tired with the Jour ney." " For Just then she did not wish her looks to be too keenly criticised. "Where nre the others, Miss Leigh father, Muhel nnd Popple?" '.'I am so sorry, Alison, thnt I nm the only one to greet your homecoming. Ma bel nnd Popple nre out; they had nn Invitation to nn afternoon party nt the Brownlow's; U Is little Stacy's birthday, I wanted Mabel to stay at home and let Popple go without her, but she would not hear of It." "Never mind, returned Alison, quietly ; hut she wns conscious of a hurt' chilled feeling ns Miss Leigh brought out this Inmo excuse. This was her return home after two yeiiw' absence, nnd yet Roger could not be spnred to meet her nt the station, and Mabel could not give up an afternoon's amusement to welcome her sis ter. Her father wns busy ns usual ; prob ably hu hud forgotten her existence at this time. "You nre very tired, jny denr," con tinued Miss Leigh, disturbed at the young girl's sudden gravity nnd paleness. "Shall I take you to your room, and send you up a cup of tea 7 I daresay you would like to be quiet a little." "Thank you," replied Alison, grateful ly, Rudel skipped up after her, tbn steps at a time. "I suppose you do not want to se Sulky now, Alison?" f "No, no," Interrupted Miss Leigh, "your 1 sister Is tired, ltudol ; you hnd hotter go down nnd lenvu her to rest" ! "Oh, I was not tnlklng to you, Mother Leigh," was tho boy's rudo retort; ntul ns Alison turned round to Klmke hor head nt him, sho discovered him In tho net of making one of his favorite faces at tho back of the unconscious governess. "I sny, missus," lie oiiscrvcu, wuen n had sufficiently relieved Ills feelings, "have you told Alison nbout her room?" "No, not yet Rudel," returned Uio much-enduring Miss Leigh. "Then I shall. I call It n menn trick of Mlsste's; no ono hut n girl would do such n thing ; here she hns been and tnken vour room, Alison, with mother's things in It i nnd nothing tho missus can sny will get her to give It up. Missus Is awfully wild 'nbout It, nln't you. missus?" "Oh. Rudel I do be quiet," romonstrnted Miss Ielgh, In the old worried voice All son knew so well. "Whnt n tiresome hoy you are! nnd I wanted to tell your sister quletlv. Alison, my denr, I am very mr rv, hut Mabel has npproprlnted your room, nnd most Impioperly refuses to give It up. I spoko to your fnther nbout It Inst night, but he only snld It did not signify, thnt he expected you would not mind, ns your visit to u might not he a very lengthy one. I think you hnd hot ter spenk to him yourself." ' "I will see about It," returned Alison, qulcklv. nnxlous to stem the governess' nervous (low of words. "Am I lo sleep hero to-night?" ns Miss Leigh opened the door of n hnck room. "I have made It as nice ns I can, re turned Miss Lclch. npologctlcnlly, "but I. nm nfmld you will think it nn ugly room: It wntits rennperlng, nnd the enrpet Is dreadfully old." . , "Oh, it will do very well." observed Alison, quietly: but sluvlookcd round her with a sinking henrt .nevertheless, It wns Mabel's old room nnd very shabbily furnished, nnd looked over tho kitchen garden nnd the snwmllls. She listened with well assumed patience ns Miss Leigh pointed out the various little Improvements she hnd effected. Though Alison did not know It, the ensy chair nnd little round tnble were taken from Miss Leigh's own room; the fuch sias and geraniums In tho blur vnse were Roger's gift; nnd even Rudel had con tributed the bk green fern that stood on the window ledge. "Now, I will send you up your ten." observed Miss Leigh nt Inst, when the lioxcs had nrrlved, nnd Rudel hnd nsslst ed to uustrnp them; "there Is no hurry, my denr; you will have nearly two hours to yourself to unpack nnd rest." Alison tried to answer cheerfully, but her head was aching In earnest now; the tears wero very near the surface ngaln, hut she battled with them bravely. CHAPTER V. A cup of excellent ten wns very restora tive in Its effects, nnd when Alison had freshened her tired face with cold water, nnd brushed her disheveled locks, and exchanged her traveling dress for n light, cool-looking, xcphyr cloth costume, nhe felt less reluctance to present herself to the critical eyes of her fnther and Mabel. "May I come In?" questioned a voice thnt she "knew at once was Roger's, and In a moment she had sprung Joyfully to the door. "Oh, Roger, you denr old fellow, I am so glad to see you again!" she exclaim ed, forgetting nil her troubles In the sight of his familiar face. Evidently her pleas ure was reciprocated; a pair of strong arms almost lifted her off her fret, and bore her across the room toward the win dow, and, after a hasty kiss or two, Rog er put his hand under her chin nnd grave ly Inspected her. "I suppose you nre glnd to see me," he observed nt length, "ns you have been crying evidently at the pleasurable anti cipation. So you are sorry to come home, Alison, eh? nnd yet" rather reproach fully "you are wnnted very badly here." Alison's only answer was to lay her face down on his arm; this wns a little too much for her Jaded spirits, a few more tears would come. Roger had found her out, as she knew he would. "Come now, this won't do, Allle," ho snld, with n sort of soothing roughness; "we shall pack you back ngnln to Aunt Dlnnn, if you are going to fret. I looked for rather n different greeting nfter two years' absence." "I can't help it." sho said, trying to dismiss her tears; "I am tired, nud ev erything seems strange to-night, and I do miss Aunt Dlnnn." "Yes, she hns himiINiI you for us; you hnve grown a dainty lit tin lady, Allle." "Oh, no; I nm not wpoiit-d In that wny," she Interrupted him breathlessly, "You enn not quite understand, Roger; hut there is such a mixed feeling. I have wnnted you nil these two years; you have never been out of my mind a single dny." "Well, I am glad lo have you back to scold you properly. What color are your eyes gcncrully, Alison? They ore as pink ns nn Albino's to-night." "It Is my turn to look nt you," sho returned, trying to pluck up a little spirit. "Why, you hnvc grown n mus tache, Roger. How well It suits you!" hut Roger only broke Into a merry laugh. "Did you ever see such a linndsomc fellow? Really, Rudel and I nro marvel ous specimens of manly beauty. Ho beats mo in freckles, though, hn, hn!" And Roger quite rocked himself In merriment. "I like the look of you very much," returned Alison. "Your hnlr Is a little rough nnd, oh! your Iwots nro muddy, You have wnnted me to keep you In order." "I don't seem to match you, somehow," ho observed. "Do you nlwnys look "ns though you were Just turned out of n bandbox? I wish you would, take Missle and Popplo In baud; they drive Miss Ilgh vrnxy with their untidiness. Oh, we nro n Imppy family, Alllo nothing but. billing nnd cooing, and that sort of thing gofiiK on from mornlnir tn tilifhr Hrn. mI..I.. ...... tt...,- i w...f- m ""Kill IllftU IIIIIICI IIIKI .11 IKS 10 IOr 11 couple of lovo birds, the sweet young creatures nio so fond of each other, and as for Popplo and Mlsslo look, thore Is a specimen of tho homo music dulcet strains floating up the staircase. There goes Missle." i Alison's brow knitted wltlh some per plexity as sho listened. "Flora, will you go Into your own room.? I Insist on It you nro not fit to b seen in that torn frock," In a sharp, girlish yolce. "What does It mattor7 She won't mind," In a shrill, childish trebls; "you are so cross, Mnbsl. Do Itt me cobm is with you and set Alison." come No, no; do an I tell 0 In nresnnllv rn,. 'f Job .... .,i..i " " i you i,.;: ?T" "'ess nnd torn ' tr, r mining, you Oiorrhl llttls th m? M 1) tell papa If you nro " ! B.1 ! then ho will not let 0 to! t;;" noronnoxri'H' Plo's part Interrupted the dl,M? ? wn, who could bear noT! S,on-A5 quickly to tho door nml 1 pretty looking, fawSLW ' somewhat untidily nnd l L5 'l' rntiier a vixenish oxproM0" L ed face, wns standing l Tom,.?.1"! ! room, and behind l.er a .0 '-M1' llUlo girl between clgl u.K' ngo, rnther small In n, rr .,7' droll freckled fnro " Mlt wns Just now puckered nn whT 'I1 " n red, Inflamed spot on on. evidently tho rcsuk of a A hor sister's part In pnymt. J Ttl I 01 trimming. 1 ,mint for to (era "How do you do. Mabel" ,i. . with n somewhat cold M 11 f' cheek. -"Please do not coming to me. I could not hi m mi. now sua looks. como hr. V ' lcnr;" hut tho child, evidently upset by tho Into fracas, fflltShS embarrassed manner, until Mh,?. " her a rough push. "Why dWT . n to Alison, you stiinld .,L, ?,tl said crossly, for she Z.TF. M oat at t sister's sudden appearance on th. "Plenso do lint fnr. I... . hu , ,vu nurw ue very good friend, dl J ly," returned Alison, sorrr f . A:1 w" will show hnvo brought for you, cuiiua nwicwardnesg. "Com. ..aT1 'opplodcar; Roger Is WrM: . 0U the pretty new - tu i TIlQ Child's fnr-ft lirlo4,t...l i --"ftMlCUCU II I U meat, and she moved Instantly tout, Z sons hand; again Missle Interred. "Nio must change her frock XL, tea is Just ready, and 1 hear ' .." In the garden, u, W (, "nm, Popplo looks rough or untidy; .ajf' not allow him to be vexed," purib,, her lips with a vlrtuoui expression, Alison controlled a quick retort tlti somo difficulty. She had fully txpwrf to find Mlsslo a most sgRravstini M person, or why should Mies LHj!, wa. plain of her so bitterly? Itut the wlii, was worse thnn she anticipated. "Never mind," she said, calmly, must not vex papa, munt we, Iojp!l j . will Help you change your frock, udw(. haps after nil we may hare time to took nt the. fish ponds." And without tuotltf glance nt Sllssle, Allwn mide hppb cheerfully lend the way, u she did W know her room. An Alison, after dressing Popple, a down the staircase with the child i!3 clinging to her, Mr. Merle suddenly tudt his appearance from the study. He iJ. most started nt the sight of bis diopter, nnd nn expression of pain coutd ki handsome, careworn face. In the dia light Alison recalled her mother too pith ly to his eyes. "Oh, papa," she said, hurrylnr to Iha, and putting up her fair joubi (ice u his. He kissed her kindly, patted it, toll her thnt she had grown Ioto a sosu since he had seen her, snd queetlosedhr with some Interest about ber Jouraey, The dining room, a Urge, btndNBtl; furnished room, looked sufDcieatl; tKj ns they entered it. lllwie was la the seat of honor; sk gave i Ilttl slsptr- a ( 1 t.l t .1 lng inugn as Alison enirreg wun otr inn er. "I uppor this will be roar pta to-morrow," she said, for, n Aliwa n piled simply, "I suppose so, but I tJ not disturb you to-night," reted M crossed Mlssie's fare, but as Itodtl tn already grinning In hopes of t m & prudently disappointed him. When they rose from the table, JMi first words were a peremptory order for Popplo to put away her toys and p t bed. This led to a feeble protest w Mist Leigh's part. "It Is not so very late, Mabel, tad Pf plo has not seen her sister for two Jn I think sho might wait little longer.' "I am not going; there now!" oUrnn tho child, defiantly, quite oblivious of lee father's presence. "Go It, Pops. I'll hack you," wbltjww Rudel, rubbing his hands; "J touch you ns long ns I am here." Mabel's eyes flashed. "You horrW.n boy. Papa " Rut here Al!att Interfered. "You will go to bed now, dear, HIJ not?" she whispered In the child i tu, "nnd I will come and tuck rou op, m wish you good-nlglit." And thus pr tinted. Popple's snllenness vnW. ' sho trotted on nt once. (To be continued.) .. . L Mentis isvriT""- . .... i.. , man's fe, IrtK or BlccpluK. Is ho free roa I J by swnrmli.K uiyrliwla of t tor, PJ orful, unseen enemlca of jfjL . . .... inlina the 5fr tllerH or aeaurn unm "'", ." Hlblo to wenr npix-mvn- - fylng power of hlSlHrlcC? we might hoc the very lr thick with tho ""'0UM ,'Km tolii billion of imclllli fndtlat nbout or upon tho wWJJ tho food wu Mt. tho hn da - tho car HtrnpH wo hang .i i.nnl tt-.i wear, uw.. to worn, ii v. - ; fhec4u ...... I. tlin HUB 1VIS KIOOI -' dog wo fondle, In nhort. uUvny nnd "fwi1 armies of death mirroiind , ccsHantly 'k" "'f! 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