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M a S iML QUICKENING g X X X X X X X X FRANCIS LYNDE Copyright, 1906, br Francis Lynda X X X X X X smXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX CHAPTER XXVI. The blue autumn night hazo had al most the consistency ot a cloud when Gordon leaped the wall and set his faco toward the Iron-works. Or, rather, U was like the 'depths of a translucent sea m which the distant electric lights of Mountain View avonuo shone as blurs of phosphorescent life on ons Hand, and the great dark bulk of Leb anon loomed as the massive founda tions of a shadowy Island on the other. Farther on, the recurring flare from the tall vent of the blast-furnace light ed the haze depths weirdly, turning the mysterious sea bottom Into fathomless abysses of dull-red Incandescence for the few seconds of Its duration a slow lightning flash submerged and half extinguished. Gordon was passing the country col ony's church when one of the torch like flares reddened on the night, and the glow picked out the gilt cross at the top of the sham Norman tower. He flung up a hand Involuntarily, as If to put the emblem, and that for which It stood, out of his life. At the same Instant a whiff of the acrid smoke from the distant furnace flres tingled in his nostrils, and ha quickened his pace. The hour for which all other hours had been waiting had struck. Love had called, and religion had made its silent protest; but thu smell In his nostrils was the smoky Lreath of Mammon, the breath which h.s maddened a world: he strode on doggedly, thinking only of his triumph and how he should pres ently compass It. The two great poplar-trees, sentinel ing what had once been the gate of the old Gordon homestead, had been spared through all the Industrial changes. When he would have opened the wicket to pass on to the log-house otHces, an armed man stepped from behind one of the trees, his gunbutt drawn up to strike. Before the blow could fall, the furnace flare blazed aloft like a mighty torch, and the man grounded his weap on. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Gordon; I I took ye for somebody else," he stam mered; and Tom scanned his face sharply by th light of the burning Ease. "Whom? fo- instance," he queried. "Why-e-yeh I reckon it don't make any difference my telUn' you; you'd ought to have ft In for him, too. I was layin' for that houn'-dog at walks on his hind legs nd calls hlsself Vint .Farloy." ' '"Who are you?" Tom demanded. "Klncald's my name, and I'm s'posed 'to be one o' the strike guards; least wise, that's what I hired out for a lit tle spell ago. I couldn't think of nare' a better way o' gettin at " Gordon Interrupted bruskly. "Tell me what you owe Vint Farley. If your debt fa bigger than mine, you shall have the first chance." The gas-flash came again. There was black wrath In the man's eyes. "You can tote It up for yourself, Tom-Jeff Gordon. Late yeste-day evenln', when me and Nan Bryerson drove to town for your Uncle Silas to marry us, she told me what I'd been "mistrustln for a month back that Vint Farley was the daddy o' her chll lern. He's done might' nigh ever'thlng short o' killln' her to make her swear 'em on to you; and I allowed I'd Jest put off goln' back West till I'd fixed his lyln' face so'at no yuther woman'd ever look at it" Gordon staggered and leaned against the fence palings, the red rage of mur der boiling In his veins. Here, at last, was the key to all the mysteries; the source of all the cruel gossip; the foundation of the wall of separation that had been built up between his love and Ardea. When he could trust himself to speak he asked a question. "Who knows this, besides yourself?" "Tour Unclo Silas, for one: he al lowed he wouldn't marry us less'n she told him. I might' nigh b'lleve he had his suspicions; too. He let on like jt was Farley that told him on you, years ago, when you was a boy." "He did? Then Farley was one of the three men who saw us up yonder at the barrel-spring?" "Yes; and I was another one of 'em. I was right hot at you that mornln'; I chore was." "Well, who else knows about it?" "Brother Bill Layne, and Aunt M'randy, and Japlie Pettigrass. They all went In town to stan' up with me and Nan." Then Tom remembered tho figure coming swiftly across the lawns and tho call of the voice he loved. Had Japheth told her, and was she hasten ing to make such reparation as she could? No matter, It was too late now, Tho fierce hatred of the wounded sav ago was astir in his heart and it would . not bo denied or silenced. "Give mo that gun, and you shall have your first chance," he conceded. "I make but one condition: if you kill him, I'll kill you." "I was only ajlowln' to sp'ile his faco some, and a rock'll do for that. You can have what's left o' him atter I get thoo and it'll be enough to kill, I reckon." At tho moment of weapon-passing thero came sounds audible above the sob and sigh of the blowing-engines a clatter of horses' hoofs and the grinding of carriage wheels on the pike. Gordon signed quickly to JCln cald and drew back carefully behind tho bole of the opposite poplar. It was the Warwick Lodge surrey, and it stopped at the gate. Two men got out and went up the path, and . an Instant later, Klncald followed stealth lly Gordon waited for tho next gas-flare, and by the. light of it ho threw the breech-look of the repeating rifle to make euro the cartridge was In place. Then he, too, passed through tho wick- Tui I wont to stand in the shadow of -Joh.floored porch, redolent of memories. Ho had forgotten tho les ser vengeance in tho thirst for tho greater that ho had come to fling their misfortunes into tho faces of tho father and the son, and to toll them that tho work was his. He heard only the volco of the savage in his heart, and that was whispering, "Kill! kill!" It was close on midnight when tho door giving on tho porch opened and the two men stood on tho threshold. Tho younger of tho two was speaking. "It's . quieter than usual to-night. That was a good raovo getting Lud low and the two Helgersona jailed. I was In hopes wo could snaflle old Ca leb with the others. He pretends to be peacemaking, but as long as he Is loose, these fools will hang to the Idea that they're lighting his battle against us." "It is already fought," said tho oldor man, dejectedly. "My luck has gono. When Hennlker xputs us to tho wall, we shall be beggars." The young man's rejoinder was an exclamation of contempt. "You've lost four norve. What you need most Is tA go to bed and sleep. Wait for me till I've made a round of the guards, and we'll go home. Better ring up the surrey right now." He left the porch on the side near est the furnace, and Gordon saw an actlvo figure glide from the shelter of a flask-shed and go in pursuit. He followed at a distance. It was needful only that he should know where to And Farley when Klncald should have squared his account. The leisurely chase led tho round of the great gates tlrst, and thence through tho dcBerted and ruined coke yard to the foot of the huge slag dump, cold now from the long shut-down. Tom looked to see Farley turn bask from the too of the dump. There were no gates on that side of tho yard, and consequently no guards. But the short cut to thp ofllce was up the slope of the dump and along the railway track over which the drawings of molten slag were run out to bo spilled down the face of the decliv ity. There had been no slag-drawing since the new "blow-In" earlier in the day; but while he was watching to keep Farley In sight in tho Intervals between the gas-flares, Gordon was conscious of the note of preparation be hind him: the slackening of the blast, the rattle and clank of tho dinkey lo comotive pushing the dumping ladle into place under the furnace lip. Farley had taken two or throe scrambling steps up the rough-seamed declivity when the workmen tapped the furnace. There was a sputtering roar and the air was filled with coruscating sparks. Then the stream of molten matter began to pour into the great ladle, a huge eight-foot pot swung on tilting trunnions and mounted on a skeleton flat-car; and for Gordon, standing nt the corner of the ore shed with his back to the slag drawers, the red glow picked out the man scrambling up the miniature mountain of coooler scoria this man and another man running swiftly to overtake him. He looked on coldly until he saw Klncald head off the retreat and face his adversary. Instantly there was a spurt of fire from a pistol In Farley's right hand, a brief flash with the re port swallowed up in the roar from the furnace Hp. Then the two men closed and rolled together to tho bottom of the slope, and Gordon turned his back. When ho looked again the trampling note of the big blast-engines had quickened to its normal beat, tho blow-1 hole was plugged witn its stopper of damp clay, and a red twilight born of the reflection from tho surface of the great pot of seething slag had succeed ed to the blinding glare. Where there had been two men locked in struggle there was now only one, and he was lying quietly with one leg doubled un der him. Gordon set his teeth In an gry disappointment Had Kincaid broken his compact? The first-long-drawn exhaust of the dinkey engine moving the slag kettlo out to Us spilling placo ripped tho si lence. Gordon heard and he did not hear: he was watching the prone fig ure at the dump's toe. When It should, rise, ho meant to fire from where he stood under tho eaves of the ore-shed. The murder-thought contemplated nothing picturesque or dramatic. It was merely the dry thirst for tho blood of a mortal enemy. Tho pulling locomotive had pushed tho slag'-pot half-way to the track-end beforo Farley sat up as ono dazed and seemed to be trying to get on his feet Twice and once again ho assayed 1', falling back each time upon the bent and doubled leg. Then he looked up and saw the slag-car coming; saw and cried out as men scream In the death agony, The end rails of tho dumping track were fairly above him. Gordon heard the yell of terror and witnessed tho frenzied efforts of the doomed man to rise and got out of the path of tho impending torrent. Where upon tho murder demon, whispered In his ,ear again. Farley's foot was caught In one of the many sears or seams In the lava bed. It was only necessary to wait, to withhold tho merciful bullet, to go away and leaves tho wretched man to his fate. Like a bolt from tho heavens, Into the very midst of the cold-blooded, murderous triumph, came a long-neglected form of words, writing Itself In flaming letteds In his brain: "Thou ,shalt do no murder," And after it an other: "But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hato you." Something gripped him and before he realized what he was doing he was running, gasping, tripping and falling headlong, only to spring up and run again, with all thoughts trampled out and beaten down by onei would he still be In tlmo? Thero was something wrong with tha dumping machinery of the slug-car, and two men wero working with it on tho side away from tho spilling slopo Gordon had not breath whoruwlth lo shout; moreover, tho surety-valve was still screeching to gulf all human crlu3. Farley was lying faco down and mo- j tlonless, with tho twisted foot still I held fast In a wcdgo-sliaped crack in ; tho cooled slag. Tom bent and lifted him; yelled, tugged, strained, klokud I llorcely at tho Imprisoned shooheoi. Still tho vlso-grlp hold, and the great kettle on tho height above was creak ing and slowly careening undor tho winching of the engine crew. If tna molten torrent should plunge down tho slope now, thoro would be two human cinders Instead of one. Suddenly tho frenzy, so alien to tho Gordon blood, spent Itself, leaving him cool and determined. Quito methodi cally ho found his pocket-knlfo, and he remembered afterward that ho had been collected enough to chooso and open the sharper of the two blades. Thero was a quick, suro slash at tho shoo-laclng and the crippled foot was freed. With another yoll, this tlmo of glad triumph, ho snatched up his bur don and backed away with It In the tilting half-second when tho delugo ot slag, firing the very air with shriveling heat, was pouring down tho slopo. Then ho fell In a heap, with Farley under him, and fainted ns a woman might when tho thing was done. CHAPTER XXVII. Mr. Vancourt Hennlker was not greatly surprised , when Tom Gordon asked for a prlvato Interviow on tho morning following the final closing down of all tho Industries at Gordonla. Without being in Gordon's confi dence, or In that ot American Aque duct, tho banker had been shrewdly putting two and two together and ap plying the result as a healing plastor to tho stock ho had taken as security for the final loan to Colonel Dubbury. "I thought, perhaps, you might wish to buy this stock, Mr. Gordon," ho said, when Tom had stated his business. "Of course, it can bo arranged, with Mr. Farley'ii consent to our anticipating the maturity of his notes. But" with a genial jmlle and a glance over his eye glasses "I'm not suro that wo care to part with It Perhaps some of us would llko to hold It and bid It In." "I reckon you don't want It. Mr. Hen nlker. You'll understand that It Isn't worth the paper It Is printed on when I tell you that I have sold my plpo-plt patents to American Aqueduct." "Then tho plant doesn't carry tha patents? You've kept this mighty quiet, among you!" "Haven't we!" said Tom, fatuously, ly. "I .know just how you feel like a man who has been looking over tho edge of tho bottomless pit without knowing It. You'll let mo have thi stock for tho face of thu loan, won't you?" . . But the president was aireaay presa io. tin hntton of the electric bell that summo.ied tho cashier. Thero was no time ll):e the present when tho fate of a considerable bank asset hung on the notion of a smiling young man who.se mind wight change m tne winding m an eye. With tho Farley stock In his pocket Tom took a room at tho Marlboro and spent tho remainder or tnat uay, anu the fortnight following, wrestling mightily with the lawyers In winding up the tangieu sKein ui iut-.o00.- nrrnirs. Prooned In his bed at wnmriA T.ndee. tho bed he had not "left since the night of violence, Dux- bury Farley signed everyming inai was o.-fered to him, and tho obstacles to a rettlement were vanquished, onn by one. nil over. Tom began to draw checks on the small fortune real ized from the Jiale of the patents. Ono was to Major Dabney, redeomtng his two hundred shares . of Chlawasseo Limited at par. Another was to tho order of Ardea Dabney, covering tha Farley shares at a valuation naseu on tho prosperout period before tho crash of '93. With this check In his pocket he went home for tho first time In two weeks. (To be continued.) Dcllnliiff nn Art Patron. "Js your husband so very fond ox art?" "Art! Ho doesn't know a Raphael from a hair cut." "Why, I understood him to say that he was an art patron." "Patron! That man wouldn't trade a club sandwich for a Bougueaureau! What does he mean by calling himself an art patron?" "Why, he says It costs him ten thou sand a year to pay for the bogus mas ters the &mooth dealers coax you to buy, and that makes him an art pa tron." Cleveland Plain Dealer. Slberliiu CnmciM. ' Tho native camels of Siberia are h source of constant wonder to travel ers. On the Mongolian plateaus, for Instance, the thermometer often reg isters a temperature of 40 degrees bo low zero, but the camels 'do nut mind It at all, walking about as blithely as If the weather wero as balmy as spring. On the other hand, the tem perature on the Gold desert in sum mer Is sometimes 140 degrees above zero, and tho beasts mind tho heat just as little as they do the extremo cold. An n Units "I've noticed one thing while Jour neying through the vale of life." "And what Is that, Mr. BiffklnB?" "As a rule tbo man who can quote Shakespeare by the yard can also make a list of all his real and per sonal proporty in tho correspondence section of a souvenir postal card." Birmingham Age-Herald. Hud Time to Hpnre. Passenger I say, conductor, does your bus ever go faster tUan tlils7 Conductor If yer ain't satisfied you can git aht and walk. PasBonger (with a. sweet smilo) . Oh, I'm not in such a terrible hurry as that, you know. Exchange Thirty-eight In every thousand En glishmen who marry aro over CO years oi age. Gard Probably moro womon come to grief over their fornorles each winter tlmn ovor nny other kind of Indoor plants. It is discouraging to pay several dol lars to n florist to fill tho forn dish only to hnvo It turn yellow, If not die, In a few wOoks. Tho troublo llos In, two things, first the kind of ferns attompted to bo grown, noxt in not growing thorn un der propor conditions. If you attempt to ralso most of tno maiden hairs indoors you aro doomed to disappointment Tho hardy ferua that thrlvo in shady corners of tho woods do not tako well to transplant ing into hot houses, howovor much you may read to tho contrary. Thoro are enough varlotlos of ferns, howevor, to have a fine display in your living rooms, in mnldoii hair ferns, or ndiantums, tho variety that will stand hoat and dryness best is A. crowoanum. Another good one In doors is A. capillus vonorla, while A. caudatum, a creeping variety of maidon hair, has been grown success fully In a hanging baskot Indoors. Professionals will toll you that adlantum farloyonse, vhich la tho finest of all tho maiden hairs, cannot bo grown out of a green house. It Is tender, but I have soon it raised In a family living room and flourish finely. It cannot stand Intense hoat or changes of tqmporature. Among the most satisfactory ferns for Indoors cither in fern dishes or separato pots, aro tho various Boston ferns. Amoug tho newer varieties of this fern, which is known as nephro lopls Bostonionsls, Is tho feathery Whltmanl and tho dwarf Scotti, which Is especially good for windows or fornorles. Various of tho pterls ferns aro suit able for house culture. Ono of tho loveliest Is pterls VIctoriao, with sil very variegated leaves. Somewhat hardier Is pterls Wllsoni, which has odd crested fronds. A fine fern for Indoors Is tho holly forn, or eyrtornium falcatum, which has broad, glossy foliage quite unlike tho ordinary forns. A good fern for hanging Is plnty- cerium alclcorno, or Btng horn fern. Theso roots feed on air and when planted should bo hung in a warm room atid kept wet. They can be grown in baskets or shallow pans and do best when potted In rough peat and sphagnum. In tho care of forns tho chiof thing Is not too much dry heat. Keep tho room at a moderate tempornturo and on mild days give outside air by opon- lng windows in an adjoining room. Never lot cold air blow dlroctly on forns. Many a fern dish Is ruined by tho maid opening tho dining room window ovor thorn to air tho room oneh morning. It is llttlo troublo to move the pots into a warmer atmosphere. torus like a rich soil, ono of good loam with loaf mould and sand Is best. Tho pots must have drnlnage, as soggy roots will kill overy time. Use pots largo enough to keep the ferns from getting root bound and quickly exhausting tho nourishment In tho soil. Faults in watering Is tho chief dif ficulty in forn caro. They llko plenty at tho roots, but must not bo kept soggy any moro than they cun bo allowed to dry out Do not spray tho. foliage, especially or maidon hairs, as It scorches them and turns them yol-low. Unless your houso is very hot tho amount of wator given to ferns can bo leBsenod from Novombor to February as during thcBe threo winter months mnny forns rest. Few forns llko hot sunlight, bo keep slightly back from tho window and whore tho direct rayB of tho buii do not full on thorn. Tho chlof dangers to fqrn growth Ih violent changos of tomperaturo, soggy, sour oarth from Imporfoct drainage and wotting of tho leaves. In growing Boston forns, cut off ull tho runnors and allow only two or threo crowns to a plant, otherwise tho pot will soon bo filled with crown and tho follago will suffor, Tho chiof onomy of forlm Ih moaly bug. Koop n cIobo watch for thin und pick off with flngors and kill them. Rod spider and thrlps also attack ferns, but can bo fought by fumigat ing with tobacco amoko. Tills must ho carefully dono, as too strong emoklng will ruin tho plants. Mont professional gardeners to tho contrary, pots of maiden hair should bo Htood outdoors In Buinmor In somo sholtored nnlo of tho porch or In a shady nook whero wind doon not got ener at them. Sot Uio pots In Baucorn and koop tho soil wot to counteract ux cosslvo ovnporntlon. Boston forns can bo Btood with other follago plants on tho porch, as they aro much loss dnl lento. Ono woman who has n number tho Bamo slzo plungos tho pots in porch boxos, on a Boml-shndy Hide of tho house, whero thoy make an effectlvo show ing and thrlvo woll until tlmo to bring Indoors In tho fall. Ferns can bo grown In nny old pan or dish painted a rich groon or dull red. Boro hole In 'tho sides and bot tom to glvo air. For forn dishes for table use, It Ih wiser to have an innor pan for tho planting. This can some times bo set In n pan of wator when It shows signs of drying out. Tho fern grower who llkos to ox porlmont with moro delicato species can do so with a Wardlun cnHO. Tills hns a wood Imbo about six Inches deop II ii od with zinc or Is Homotliues of onrthenwjtro. Thoro aro ghiSH Blden and top, tho latter hinged. Tho top must ho lifted an Inch ovory few days to koop tho glaBB froo from moisture, othorwiso no ventila tion is necessary. Delicato forns whon grown In this way got almost tho atmosphere to which thoy aro accustomed In tholr native haunts and do well oven In a hothouse. jour .loot qr tnf ..'J'' .Mnt2 fnctlon.l will p fnnl J '"" rS2 , It vwi.mi.er th JT B,CT the gunrntuco of ti.'L'iwffi Manners of thaTlH Tor bowo rM.n J.8 ' not clvo ifc. ::i"ur6j "mnnors of thelrTon, b-N their daughter, v. '. N 1B l oven more Z?n thoso of h irtttt! leave bofr, ik. ' .7'' Ms comn Inln kxm... . . ' I elation frommnK. but ..mo7SeT:a Uieaoorll communlcstloct C0Zl irood mnnnor n it.. . lf,1 rlnna I 7, "W courtesy from his cbUchooj Great Pu. ..... - --- in rill, 110 who la . groat In his prostration, MtJ .... , ujaienM twi mm trnn.l nn . . bulhllnirM. wliioh m,... ... .. . nto no loss than If they itolj Mfthrt will Ami XUm m. Byrup tlm U-t refaedr totnoiatitd; i 4i iuo ii'aiuinK pqriaa School Luncheons. Tho following suggestions for Bchool lunch baskets for a week may prove a holp to porploxcd mothora: Monday Two dovlllod eggu and let tuce sundwlchos, using Graham bread; Hartlet pear; slice of Bpongo cuko. Tuosday Two Bondwlchos mndo of bread, filled with two tablospoonfulB of devilled ham mixed with chopped olives; two applo turnovers; nuts and raisins. Wcdnosdny Two minced chicken and white broad sandwiches; sand tarts; olives; a banana. Thursday Ilofcton brown broad sandwiches, filled with chopped nuts and cream chooso; bunch of grapes and an orango; pleco of molasses i ciindy. Friday Sandwlchos of broad light ly toustod, with crisp fried bacon fill Ing; glngorbrond; two poaches. Dinner Gowns. Shot sntlnB in pulo colorings arr being used for somo ot tho prettiest of tho now dinner gowns, dofiiguod on very Bimplo linos, with long, trained skirts and draped bodlcos. Tho skirts nro loft without any trimming, but for tho adornmont of tho bodlcos bugle frlngos aro frequently employ ed, carried out In a mixture of clear crystal and tho colorlngH which nro . hooii In the shot satins. Ab tho wonth- a iui bcience. 21 Now that Uio surgeou catSl less successfully trawler laht foot, when you m!et a tin ty sluts on shaking your arm olMH go as far as ho likes, tti ii doparturo you mar eo fortius doctor chop and secure i let et j If You Have Common Sore fa if lines blur or run together, tail PETTrrS EYE SALVE, & J druggists or Howard Bra, ! As He Understood It "WW In It ftttVpA !! i-l young orator, comphlnlcr, to $ Hor of tho morning paper, "Ui always report me as birtjj among othor things.' understand It, you ar maXft other thing" wren m Mfllai Dr. Pierce's Pellets, snaH-ii jontcd, cosy to take 84 c&MJ.rai and invigorate stpmach, liter an 318. uo noi gripe. A Partlno Injunction flnmo venrs aco. wtta was moro of an underUHrJ fcti nratent. a Tounz man tf&l wl ,nm In Vermont for llllMit'l - - - SJ family was gathered to uf m and not without tears, im ps father took the tomi suiVj band nnd raid: "NoTf.M'.Wfl tho Sabbath day to keep.lt.WJ ful that nobody steals mt or grows colder, volvot dinner gowiis will bo moro and moro frequently Been, and will moHt undoubtedly play a prominent part in tbo fashions of tho lmmodlnto future. In stylo thoso also will bo exceedingly simple, and will need llttlo or nothing In tho way of trimming, beyond n bertha or fichu of lino real laco, and possibly a touch of fur. Fur to Be Popular Trimming. Fur Is undoubtedly tho most popu lar trimming of tlio your for after noon and evoning droBsos, for oven Ing coats and afternoon cont buUb. It is a llttlo hordor to sottlo on any ono material that lioldB first placo with tho ficklo public. Volvot and vol vot BtTlpod nnd ombosHod chiffons nro among tho latest arrlvalH, but they aro Btlll too now to bo gonornl. Tho brocados nnd Incos aro very lovely, but thoy aro too costly for moat peo plo and for most purposes, Tho Bntlns, chiffons, Bilk cropos nnd motiBscllnoB do solo aro nolthor now nor original, but thoy aro good to Jook at, and por haps havo a wldor and moro durnblo popularity thun anything oIbo. Tho Delineator, DYS PEPSI . 4 4. .WMS C rets' for 0ireemoBttaJWg cured ot aiomaru f"u , I think a word or prji J tion. I have taken called remedies nut u"fai una wai .-"-iY7" ..tain Uunalimeotiiers.p Plmxant P.UUbl iZ WW- NrrMUow'T.jij Yrl. cun or your u,vi.- Novel Tunlo Effect A pretty idea for tho finishing of r tunic, especially ono of volling or oth er Boft riinterlnl, Ib to BlnBh tho tunic in front, llko nn ovorflklrt, and kpot it. loosely at each Bldo, drawing It awny bo ns to bIiow u groat 'part of tho undorflltlrt up to tho knoos. . Tho knots aro mndo nbout half-wny from tho anklos und tho tunic falls loosely bolow thorn. ' Of course, It la caughV with n few Btitchca In back, to koop It In position. TO WAK lw nCDAID AIITI Thorough, prf SLM oa courpv. - - M (bhw-i PORTLAND algoj ma