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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 10, 1915)
LOVEM HUPDY GELE TT DURGE 5 S L ILLUSTRATED WTFjfc cooyTicHr by crtrrr oimcrss N ,, CHAPTER I. At nine o'clock In the morning, punctual to the second, Flodle Fisher unlocked the door marked "Hall Boni stelle, Artist-Photographer," and walked Into the office. The large light room was vacant. Flodie shook her head in sorrowful dis appointment at her employer's tardi ness, and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, dear!" she muttered impatiently, "Just what I expected." Then, with a shake of her head as one who says, "It must be done!" she walked in and listened outside Hall Bonistelle's bedroom door. For a moment she stood poised, awk wardly graceful or rather gracefully awkward, perhaps, so quaint, so orig inal was her attitude. She' knocked with firmness. The summons was per emptory, yet it had the secret indul gence of a doting mother for her only child. The only answer was a not un musical baritone growl. She banged on the door again. This time she really meant it. "Mr. Boni stelle! You must get up Immediately come on now!" A wait then the unwilling reply, "All right!" Flodie walked back to the office, frowning, and sat down at her desk. A leaf from the calendar pad was ripped off, the desk top was dusted with a cloth; then she stopped suddenly. The elevator door had banged. Almost immediately there entered to her the sad young Janitor, Mr. Al fred Smallish. He gave a pathetic hopeless look at Flodie and hung at anchor in the doorway, meekly. "Morning, Miss Fisher," he said, and grinned. Flodie gave a glance at him, casual ly, then gazed with more interest. Pale blue eyes, a large Roman nose, wldeopen ears and a quivering mouth had Alfred. His chin was that of a lizard, sloping back weakly to a prom' inent Adam's apple. She tumbled over the photographs on the table behind her. "Alfred," she said in the voice of a school ma'am, "did you see a picture cf me I had here on the table the other day?" He turned fire-red. "You you didn't want that picture, did you, Miss Fish er?" His eyes implored her wildly, vainly. "Well, I'll bring it back, if you say so; only, I thought, maybe " "Well, Alfred Smallish! I like that Flodie ejaculated. "Oh, Miss Fisher you see, well, I didn't quite dare to ask you, and well, you know, I thought it's Just grand of you, Miss Fisher! I'd think the world of it, and couldn't you pos sibly " "That's enough, Alfred! I don't dare to discuss it. You just walk that picture back immediately!" Flodle's voice was sharp, but . . . well, Flodie couldn't help pitying him. She, weakened. "Perhaps, I'll give you one, sometime. I'll see." Mr. Smallish beamed with pleasure, but he bad a talent for blunders. "Some folks mightn't think you was pretty, Miss Fisher, but I think1 Flodie whipped out her watch. "Gracious sakes!" she cried, "wbere's Mr. Bonistelle's eggs?" "I'll go down and see if they're ready, Miss Fisher." He turned heav ily. "Well, hurry up, then! If his break fast isn't here when he comes, he's liable to eat the tablecloth and go right back to bed. Quick now!" "Yes'm!" Mr. Smallish left in de jection. Flodie walked swiftly into the studio and knocked again at her em , ployer's door. "Mr. Bonistelle! Are you ready for breakfast V she called. Floddle's tone had changed; decided as it was, it had softened; it was al most musical. Her face had changed, also. She stood as if awaiting a vision. Footsteps were heard In Hall's bed room. Now, there are two kinds of men: those who are shocked even unto mortification by being discovered in the act of shaving, and those who take malicious delight in their outrageous condition. Hall Bonistelle opened the doof and protruded his belathered face shamelessly, grinning. Even disheveled as he was at pres ent, scandalously tousled and be daubed with soapsuds, his smile was disarming. Flodle's adoration of him, though of the maternal order, did not lessen her firmness. "Do you realize how much you've got to do today, Mr. Bon istelle?" "Nothing to do but work," he chant d gaily. "You have an appointment at ten o'clock and you know how you al ways poke over that old breakfast!" "Speaking of which, wherefore not here?" He Joyously chucked her un der the chin. Flodie loved It but dared not show. "It'll be here by the time you're fit to be seen. You wash that face of yours and hurry up with It, you big baby, you! I've got too much to do myself to talk to you!" "All right, oh, fair assistant, I must obey!" Hall disappeared and Flodie marched back to the office. JAPANESE INNS ARE QUEER Gueits Mutt Leave Their Footwear In the Vestibule When Going to Their Rooms. The entrance to native inns In Japan Is most always a roofed vestibule with a well-trodden earthen floor backed by a raised platform about twenty Inches high, forming once a seat and the outer extension of the first floor. A scattered line of shoes, sandals and gett belonging to the guests usu- Opening the letter box on the door, 'she took out a dozen or so envelopes. One set she Inspected crially they were all in feminine handwriting and then rather uawilllngly laid them aside. The others she tore briskly open, each received a keen, shrewd look. They were-filed or thrown away. Little and whimsical and odd, Flo dle's appearance had something of the humor of a puppy, the sad wisdom of a monkey. The combination made her face pathetic. Crinkly, colorless hair and hazel eyes had Flodie. Her fine, regular teeth were her best asset, and when she smiled, her main relief from plainness. From her costume, which was careless, to her gestures, which were queer, Flodie Fisher was an orig inal. She had charm and magnetism. Whether she made one laugh or weep, eccentric little Flodie was distinctly lovable. Mr. Smallish now reappeared with a loaded breakfast tray. "Put him on that table In the stu dio," Flodie commanded. "Have those giddy green garlands come tor tonight?" she asked. "Why, yes; they're out In the hall, Miss Fisher. What time does the party begin." "One minute past ten." "Will there be many here, Miss Fisher?" "Oh, I don't know, Alfred, about twenty, I suppose men, ladies and women. Especially women! They don't usually refuse Mr. Bonistelle's studio invitations, I notice! There'll be too many anyway. There won't be half of 'em come till the theaters are over, though. We've invited a squad of actresses." Alfred stopped, his arms loaded with garlands. "What, real ones?" "No, only half-ripe, I guess. Not nearly so real as the other women who'll be here, anyway. There are more good actresses off the stage than on, Alfred! It'll be good as a play for me!" Alfred gazed longingly from the threshold, his eyes afire. "Say, Miss Fisher, are you going to be dressed up like you was the last time?" She dropped a fantastic courtesy. "Precisely the same, Alfred; our good old friend Crepe de Chine. Now you gallop along with those evergreens be fore your eyes drop out, Mr. Small ish!" , Alfred left, with the love light un extinguished. Flodie went into the studio and pounded at the chamber door again, "Mr. Bonistelle! Hurry up! Your Pounded at the Chamber Door Again breakfast is awfully impatient. Come along! That old coffee is swearing already!" Hall opened the door, grinning. "And I suppose those eggs are feeling rotten about it," he offered jauntily, Flodie giggled delightedly and hov ered over the table, giving it a few final touches. Hall Bonistelle was attired In purple dressing-gown, too evidently the gift of a loving, tasteless female. He showed himself, now, as really handsome, even to that cleft chin which women seem to fancy, and most light-minded men to loathe. On his face was the touch of humor, care lessly Joyous, rather than Intellectual, and with his "artistic" temperament it was easy enough to account for his popularity with women, popularity that gave him a spoiled air, was not offensive, and enabled him to do much forbidden to other men. Always ex cepting poor Flodie, who hugged a precious secret to her breast, women, it might be added, liked rather than loved him. The obvious proof might He In the fact that, at twenty-seven, Hall had not yet been entangled in a serious affair of the heart He con sidered that he knew too much about women to be seduced from his amus- ally lie along it, and at one side Is a cupboard where umbrellas and foot gear are deposited. A big drop octa gon clock on the wall, a low desk, a hlbachl and a pile of cushions gen erally complete the office equipment. The traveler's Jlnrlki customarily de posits him In t- vestibule, at the edge of the platform, beneath the overhang of the roof. Shouts of "0 Kvaku san" (honorable visitors) apprise the mat ters and the maids that a guest Is ar riving, and all hurry forward to re ceive him, uttering cries ot welcome lng occupation ot merely studying them. As to that. If one had asked Flodie, she would have smiled and changed the subject Least of all, perhaps, tf the truth were told, did he know the fond adorer who had voluntarily made herself his slave. He saw and took advantage of her cleverness and zeal; her attractive oddity refreshed him, but to her deep seriousness and the reserves ot her temperament he was totally blind. Flodie sat watching his long, slen der hands engaged gracefully with fork and spoon. But, much as she loved to watch him, her conscience made her too uncomfortable. Reluctantly she withdrew her eager eyes. "Well," she sighed, "now for busi ness!" She read aloud from the book. "At ten o'clock Mrs. Rena Royalton " She looked up. "And you won't be half ready! I'll have to entertain heir and you know how I hate that woman!" Can you name one woman, Flodie Fisher, whom you do not hate?" "No, I can't. They're all cats. Cats and rats and hens and snakes and parrots! But that's no reason for keeping them waiting." Flodie ran her finger down the page. "Let's see ten-thirty Miss Dallys. Oh, no, I for got! You took her yesterday." "Carolyn's certain a fine girl," Hall murmured dreamily, lighting a ciga rette and watching his assistant amusedly. "Carolyn?" Flodie fairly spit it out. "Since how long?" "Ever since I neglected to pay my dinner call en her, Flodie. I had to do something to soothe her ruffled feelings so I began to call her Caro lyn. What's the Inevitable result? She's invited me for next Wednesday again. People always invite you again if you are rude enough, Flodie." 'You must have been pretty rude to Mrs. Royalton, then, by the way she runs after you I Why, she fairly clucks like a hen!" Oh, Mrs. Royalton! Ah, there I have another method! She's one of those women you can't possibly in sult." Hall smiled with superiority. "Rena's got to the age, you know, when she prefers to be flattered." Don't all women like it?" Flodie demanded. "No! You're too young, Flodie. You want compliments." Hall was trium phant "It depends upon how you do it, you know. Rena wants It laid on thick. A woman doesn't demand subtlety, Flodie, after she gets to the thirty-five." "Thirty-five! Mrs. Royalton Is thirty eight, if she's a day!" "By the way, how old are you, Flo die? I forget." "Me? Why, I'm only twenty-one!" Hall laughed. "Plus five, makes twenty-six." "I'm not!" she protested but it was no use. He laughed at her till she flushed red and sought refuge in a bundle of bills. "There's a 'Please re mit' from the Photo-Supply company," she announced, looking up. "What shall I do?" "Oh, answer 'Necessity forbids!'" Hall shrugged his shoulders. "Why, Mr. Bonistelle, don't you real ize that we've simply got to pay that bill pretty soon, or they won't send us any more stuff? Oh, it's all very well for you to sit there in a red silk dressing gown and laugh and make aristocratic Jokes! But I have to take all the kicks, and stand oft the col lectors!" Hall applauded gracefully. "Say, Flodie, you've got your war boots on today, haven't you! What's the par ticular matter?" "The matter!" Flodie looked down on him as from a mountain. "Where's the rent coming from, I'd like to know? Out of your cigarette smoke? Yes, you can smile and twist that silly mustache all you want, but that won't pay for hypo! Do you imagine we can run this business on epigrams and funny gestures? No, sir! Mr. Boni stelle," Flodie shook his shoulder "you've simply got to wake up and make a whole load of money, quick!" He rose and yawned artistically. "Lord, I know it! Think ot a Boni stelle having to work for his living! Isn't that groteaque? Why, for all I, know, I may be a millionaire this very minute. Fancy, Flodie a millionaire!" "Say" Flodie grew serious. "When are they ever going to find out about that old will, anyway?" "I wish to heaven I knew! If John B. Bonistelle had been anyone else's uncle, he would have filed his will with his attorneys, and his nephew would be driving a sixty-horsepower car by this time. But being mine, of course he has to hide the confounded document where it won't be found till the estate is settled. I've been on pins and needles ever since he died." "Well, of course he'll leave you something. You'll get a booby consola tion prize, anyway. He can't cut you out entirely!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Huguenot Relics. Henry M. Lester, president of the Huguenot association of New Ro chelle, N. Y., is ha' lng the estate of Miss Eliza Moulton dug up in a search for the foundation ot the first Hugue not church, which the women of the Huguenot settlement there helped to build in 1688. Under the chancel, history says, the bodies of three pastors of the church were buried. There Is also a tradi tion that some of the residents ot the town buried money and plate un der the church during the Revolution ary war and that it wat never recov ered. The property faces Huguenot street The old church, because of its chape, was called the "Stone Jug." and bowing glossy black heads to the floor. As the traveler sits on the platform a servant removes his shoes and oth era divest him of his wraps. Bboet are seldom cleaned, and if they be wet or muddy they are left untouched. Habitual frequenters of inns often pro vide themselves with foot coverings to slip over thoei and thus be able to wear them to the apartment With out them one mutt don the heelless slippers furnished or go to one's room unshod. Kansas City Times. AWAiis Mixed m BfJaT www 'sjr d ei w m w mmmmm OPULMOIV NtfarWiMtns I -J the Hawaiian islands all races meet on a basis ot near social equality, education is developed to a high degree and hospitality finds Its best expression, accord ing to Senator Cummins, says the Des Moines Register and Leader. The senator gave some impressions he re ceived from his visit in the islands with the congressional investigating, party. "The first thing that impresses one Is the unique condition socially and politically of the people," Senator Cummins said. "The total population Is about 220,000. Of these 75,000 are Japanese, who came there when it Was legal for them to do so or have been born on the, islands. They are preserving the purity of their blood. They do not intermarry. The young men when they get ready to marry send for their 'picture brides' from Japan. An agency makes the matches by use of pictures. When the con tract is made the girls come over to Hawaii, are met at the docks by their intended husbands and are married there according to the American law. Sees Japanese In Control. "The Japanese are a prolific people and their numbers are increasing very rapidly without immigration. In fif teen or twenty years, if everything goes as now, the Japanese will abso lutely control the Islands. They are a clean and competent lot of people. They take on education more readily rir 'fir1 . f " Irrigated Banana Plantation than any people 1 have ever Been. All of them take advantage ot the public Bchools, of which there are plenty of high standards. "The schools are mainly patriotic. It seems that love of American Insti tutions and the flag Is encouraged particularly. The Japanese peoplo there will remain Japanese. While I believe they will be good American citizens, there will arise the same kind of racial problem that we have here with the negro, for the white people in the island will not be dom inated by the Japanese. "There are many Chinese. They do Intermarry and and assimilate very rapidly with the Hawallans and the Portuguese. The Chinese are much esteemed. They furnish much of the lower labor and have many of the Learning the Potato. In Germany the people are being taught the difference between a po tato with Jacket on and with jacket off. How much bread sustains a man, how much meat, how the hum bler and neglected fooda outweigh In nutritive power the more fashlonuble all these are being taught, and the lesson of them will continue Into peace times to the greater benefit of the Individual if Americans can learn the lesson of use Instead of waste. If they can learn how to buy and to know what they sre buying, It will cause remarkable changes In Individual welfare In this country. "All In the Lodge." Two Munhattan physicians were en Joying the breeze from the front seat on the "hurricane deck" of a Riverside drive bus one bright afternoon, when part of their conversation was over beard It ran like this: "I performed an operation for ap pendicitis on the wife ot a millionaire yesterday," said the ttouter of the pair. smaller stores. The prevailing senti ment of Hawaii Is that the bar against Chinese Immigration ought to be re moved so far as it affects the islands at least. Several delegations waited upon me during my stay to urge that this be done. Natives Decrease In Numbers. "The number of Portuguese is large.. They make excellent Ameri can citizens. There Is also a consid erable colony of Filipinos. But the Filipinos have not proved valuable as .workers, and their immigration has practically ceased. "The native Hawallans are rapidly diminishing. They are not strongly addicted to work. But they are splen did entertainers. Most of them are highly educated. Indeed, It is quite remarkable to note how this race has been transformed from Bavagery to culture In 100 years. There are numbers of Koreans, Jamaicans. Span lards, Italians and various other peo ples. "Americans are comparatively few. They do the big business of the coun try. The descendants of the Ameri can missionaries are the richest class ot the islands and stand the highest socially. Industry of the Islands. "There are two main Industries the raising of sugar cane and manu facture of sugar, and the raising of pineapples. Practically all ot the till able land is now devoted to these In- dustrlcs. Much of the country Is mountainous and volcanic, and, there fore, untlllable. There Is no real op portunity to extend agriculture. "Naturally, the people are opposed to free sugar. The burden of the speeches evorywhure we wore re ceived was against removal of the tariff on sugar. They showed how It would ruin the Industries of the Is lands until the Democrats In the par ty were fairly tormented by tholr ar guments. "Our entertainment In the islands was delightful. 1 never enjoyed my self more on any trip. The hotels were as good bb any in this country and the hospitality of the people wus unbounded. Ire Is the worst half of satire. ies, saiu me otner. "What wsb she suffering from?" Philadelphia Ledger. His Evening Chat, The other night iJIckey (aged five) In concluding his prayers as usua wim ooa dicks papa and mamma and Florence, and Eleanor and Wini fred (the twins), and bis grandpa rents, and all of the aunties and un cles fie could readily remember, then added' And Ood bless Mr. Hrassny and Mrs. llrassey and Cuurles and Nell Ilrasscy You know 'em, don you?" Harper's Mugazlne, Regular, "1 don't see why you always call Doctor Pomp, especially when the case Ibh t serious. Isn t serious? Every case Is serious, and Doctor Pomp has burled our family as fur back as 1 cag remember." Judge. Purs Luck. If there's no such thing as luck, how is It that now and then a man really gets a good piece of canta loupe? tyJK&EA. THE NEW ROOSTER "The old White Rooster is dead," said Black Hen, putting her head through the bars ot the pigpen. "You don't say so," replied Madam Pig. "Did he die a natural death?" she inquired. "No," said Black Hen, "he was too old and tough to eat This morning when the hens opened their eyes he was on the floor of the henhouse with his toes in the air." "Where will they bury him?" asked Madam Pig. "I do not know," replied the Black Hen, as she ran to a group of hens she saw not far away. "The master took him away," said one, "and now I wonder who will take his place." He was here a long time and he crowed beautifully," said Speckled Hen. "It will be hard to find his equal." That afternoon the farmer came into the yard and from under his arm flew a rooster. He was black, with red and yellow mixed in his feathers, and he was young. As the hens gazed' at htm he Beemed to feel the Import ance of his position, and he strutted through the yard without turning his head. When he reached the pigpen he flew to the top of the fence and, preadlng out his wings, turned around that the sun might fall upon his gorgeous colors. 'Isn't he handsome?" said Black Hen. "He isn't so large as White Rooster,' Baid Sptiikled Hen. Then the rooster crowed three times. Madam Pig looked up at him. 'He crows well," she remarked to her mate, "but I am afraid he is too young." The rooster spread his wings again and flew to the ground, Too young, am I?" he said. "Well, I will show them that I am old enough to run this yard. What they need "You Don't Say So," Replied Madam Pig. here Is someone to make thorn stand around. Old White Rooster let them rule him," and he pecked at a hen that was in his path. 'Isn't he disagreeable?" said Speck led Hen. "Did you see him push Yellow Hen?" "Yes," said Black Hen, "but every body is picking at him ,'ust because he is a newcomer. 'The, new rooster cannot crow as loudly as White Rooster," said Speckled Hen the next morning. "Did you notice the sun this morning? He did not show his face for a long time after the new rooBter crowed." 'Well, for one thing, he Is Just splendid," said Black Hen; "he makes everybody stand around; and I do not blame him. I think the old hens are very rude to him." Just then there was a great cluck ing and confusion among the hens and a bawk was seen Just over them, but as it came near a brood of chick ens the new rooster quick as a flash flew at him. Whether the suddenness of the at tack surprised the hawk bo much that he forgot to swoop a chicken in his flight, or whether he was really fright ened, no one knew, but the new roost er was a hero In a minute. He walked away, as though nothing had hap pened and went Into the barn, the frightened hens running after him, but he did not look at one of them. "Somebody must tell him," said Black Hen, "we never had such a pro tector before. He should be told that we think he Is brave." So Speckled Hen stepped up to the new rooBter. "We wish to thank you," she said, "for saving the chickens, and we are glad to have among us a roooter who is so brave." The new rooster stretched his neck and held his head very high. "I thank you," he said, "one and all, but I only did my duty. A rooster should be a protector of bis flock as well as cock ot the walk," and be turned and walked away. "It'll keep them in tholr place," he said. "It will never do to be friendly with those you wish to rule." And the bens and the chickens gnzed after him with ad miration. They understood that he Intended to be the ruler ot the yard. A Telephone Quirk. Did you ever notice that if you place the transmitter of the telephone against your chest, Instead of before your mouth, it makes, no apparent dif ference to your auditor? If you are talking over a desk Instrument, it is often easier to hold It against the chest than to the mouth. J mply hold the transmitter to your chest and Ulk Into the open air. TIk entire chest wall vibrates In unison with the voice and will transmit the sound vi brations over the telephone at well at your voice. The American Boy, REWARD OF DISHONESTY "Once upon a time," began the teacher, "two little broth ers started to Sunday school one Sunday morning. Their way led past a fine orchard where the trees were bending down with ripe, luscious apples. One of the brothers proposed going into the orchard and get ting some fruit, but the other refused and sped away, leaving his companion greedily devour ing the apples. "Now, it happened that the owner of the orchard saw them, and the next day rewarded the good boy who restsed to steal bis apples by giving him a shil ling. He got a prize for his hon esty, and what do you suppose the other boy got tor his dis honesty?" "He got the apples," yelled every member of the class. Anaconda Standard. NEW SPORT FOR SMALL BOYS Recently Devised Type of Vehicle Known as "Unlcycle" Affords Much Amusement for Youths. What promises to be a most popu lar sport for boys is offered by a re cently devised type ot vehicle known as the "unlcycle." In reality, this ve hicle consists of a large hoop on which is mounted a framework carry-1 ing the seat and provided with two smaller wheels, says World's Advance. The hoop Is made ot one-half-inch gas pipe welded Into a ring, ' while the framework is ot durable wood. The unlcycle affords much fun to the boys and Is a sport that is en tirely unique and incomparable to ex isting ones. Its main use is tor coast ing, in which It is possible to attain New Sport for Boys, high speeds. The rider rests on the seat and keeps his feet oft the ground., The small wheels are also raiBed off the ground so that the rider 1b actu-t ally being carried by the hoop alone. The device Is so light that it can be, Immediately controlled by placing the feet on the ground, either to steer it or slacken the speed, as well as tc bring it to a stop. The unlcycle 1b made in three sizes, the smallest having1 a 48-inch hoop, the next a 64 inch hoop, and the lai'g-. est a 60-Inch hoop. The respective) weights of these various-sized ma chines are 22, 23 and 25 pounds. There! is nothing fragile In the construction of the unlcycle, and anyone weighing even In excess of 150 pounds can safely ride on any of the models. MORAL TONIC FOR THE BOYS Scientist MacDonald Praises Baseball Game Directs Surplus Energy Into Right Channel, Arthur MacDonald, a well-known scientist of Washington, said the other day: "I consider baseball one ot the great est moral tonics for boys and young men that exists. It directs the sur plus physical energy of youth Into the right channel, for otherwise this energy might be employed in wrong ways which are detrimental to moral and physical life. Baseball Is one ot those fundamental educational forces of prevention whose power and utility are not realized until it Is taken away. "Our national and manly game has so permeated the mind and nervous system of the boys and young men that there are very few who could not pass a better examination on baseball than on any of the studies In school." This being perfectly true there Is no chance for the game to die out, no matter bow much It may be abused ' by grasping and thoughtless magnates and players. There are some people who see a permanent lessening of In terest In the national sport on account of the activities ot the Federal league, which has caused some lack ot confi dence in the professional end of the game. But there are plenty of signs that this disgust is ouly temporary. Crowds are thronging back to the parks as it becomes evident that major league ball Is being conducted strict ly on the level and for the Interest ot the spectators. Dangerous. "Now, supposo children, one of your schoolmates should strike you, and next day you should bring hlra an ap ple, that would be one way cf return ing good for evil," said tho Sunday school teacher. little girl raised her hand. "Well, Elizabeth," said the teacher, "what Is It?" "Then," said Elizabeth, firmly, "ho would strike you again to get anoth. er apple." Willing to Forget It. "Now, young man," said the father to his five-year-old offspring after painful Interview In the wood shed, "next time do as I tell you and then I won't have to whip you." "Hut, papa," queried the youngster, "can't you get along without telling me next tlmo?" Her Dolly Was Sick. Little Margretta 1 dess my dolly mus' be sick, mamma. Mamma What teems to be the mat ter with her, deur? Little Margretta I dess her tan't digest all ze sawdust what her s tat4,