The Santiam news., November 18, 1910, Image 6

r Zelda Dameron □
MEREDITH
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CHA ITER XXIV .
"I think I have tegiin to live.” Mid
Zelda th» nrit after«,-*-n
Hh* nut In th«* parlor at home, talk­
ing to h«*r L'nrlv Rodney.
Her father was out walking about,
the r««*l*!«: orh*-o«l
11« had not b*«*n
down-town since the crisis tn hie af­
fair*. which had left him much broke*».
Hit had been disposed to »«• * pt hl*
brother-in-law'* kind offices warily at
first. hut Z*l la had reassured him a*
10 her uncle'* friendly Intention*. ami
11 »«» a relief to him to be sole to shift
the rrapunaii'iilty ->f adjusting hl* at
fair* to other «boulder*.
To all Intent* and purposes nothing
had changed, and l**)»nd th* short­
lived *o*slp of business men who knew
l>lm personally. Kara l>«tn«ron * loss •
passed unnotl* *-d olive, who was Z--1-
das closest friend, never knew
Just
what had happened Z**l<la merely told
her cousin that her father had «»no
through gome buain«»* trouble, but that
It had all been straighten«-«! out again
Mri Forrest knew even lea* than this,
there wa*. Rodney .Merriam avid, no
manner of nee In die* ua*!ng the loa* of
Zelda • fortune with hla ■later, and
talking about family matter* win a
bore anyhow.
Rodney was aurprlaed
• l hl* own amiable aeceptan«-» of th«
■Itnathm. but It had resulted In link­
ing him closer to Zeid«'* Ilf«. *he wo*
dependent on him now a* she might
n«v«r have been otherwise. and a* for
Kara Dameron. be wa* • pitiful oi*j» t.
who»«» punishment wa* doubtles* ade-
U »al.
It a is puss .|e for Il ln*->
Merriam to alt In the parlor of the old
house In which l>e had been l»orn. and
talk lo Zelda with an »»a*«» and pl«-.is
ur* that he had not known since ah«
■
•tend of going to live with her aunt or
with himself, which would have been
the *«0*11*1« thing for her to do.
1 think 1 have begun to live.” re-
prated Zeldik.
•| hope you an. happy. Z*B
To h*
happy'« lb« main thing There la noth.
Ing else In the wide world that count*,
and I say It, who«» life ha* la, n a fail­
ure."
"You shouldn't talk »■>!
You must
remember that I'm letting you be good
to m»-, kinder and more helpful than'
any on« ever w.«s before to anybody.
Just i«e«-au*e you »aid you couldn't be
happy any other way "
"Yea. I m going to lead a different
life," he «aid. Ironically
"It doesn’t
pay to cherish the viper of enmity In
one’* bosom
Hut I suppuse there* a
certain fun in hating
people,
even
though you never gel ■ chance to ever,
up with them ”
"You still have ■ little lingering pa­
ganism In you
Itut It'* disappearing
Ollv» tell* m« that you and Captain
Pollock have quite hit It off He ought
<o have called you out and made yo t
fight for the snubbing* you gave him."
"Ilah!
I'm a little absent-minded,
that * all." Hut Merriam smile*! when
be remm-.loT« 1 I »11. k
Uy the wav.
I’ve • cepted hl* Invitation t*>r to-mo.
row afternoon to drlv* out to the p.>*t
■Ite with him I believe you are asked
And olive and Morris? Which wing
of our family la Polio, k trying to hr«*«
Into, will you kindly tell me? He ha*
shown you rather marked attention. It
S»«m* to me."
"You are qulje likely to have a niece
In the army. I fancy that It'* all ar­
ranged; of course. It'» been Ollv* all
the time. Rhe hasn't told me yet -but
■he doesn't have to tell me!”
It rained the nest day and Pollock
telephone«! to the m«mb«rs of hl* party
that the «acurslon would be postponed
Zelda hop««! that Ollv* would come up
to the house, and when the bell rang
■he thought it wa* her cousin «nl
called to the black Angelin*, who »till
•eted
Polly'* assistant, to bring Ml««
Merriam dlrrcGy up stair* Hut It wa*
M**rrl* Leighton whom the girl an-
nounced.
"I'll be down In a moment," ah* »aid.
but she wait«-«!, sitting at the table,
where •!><’ had so often pondered great
and little matter* during th* year, a
troubled look upon her face, consider*
Ing many things
The fact that her
mother and Morri*' father had once
been lover*.
blurted out by her fath­
er In hi* rage and confirmed by her
unci«, had Impress»«! her profoundly;
she was not a morbid girl but there
seemed something uncanny tn
th»
Story, and she had determine.! that
Morri* should never again *p»ak words
of love to her. It wa* all too pitiful;
she had no right to any happiness that
Morri* might bring her;
amt here
again her mother's memory se»m*«l to
follow and lay a burden upon her. Hh*
was s*rry that *h* had not aske«! the
mvl.l to mcum her, but if wa* too late
• nd *h* went down to th* partor with
for»l*odlng In her heart
Morri* wa* standing at the window
watching th* rain
beat
upon
th*
asphalt In th* narrow street outside.
II* turned quickly a* h* heard her
Step.
' You ar* a brave man to venture out
In a storm like this!
Of course, you
knew that our e*cursl.<n I* off? Cap
tain Pollock telephoned that we'd wait
until a better day."
"I understood so. Rut I wa* keyed
t
vacation pitch amt I thought you
wouldn't mind If I cam»- tf I didn't
stay very long."
<>f. of niiirs» -If you don't stay very
long; but you needn't stand - sJl th.»
USB*!"
"Yu wouldn't have had me keep my
office a dr«-ary afternoon tike thia It's
| rather cheerlee* In our office on rainy
days, I should Ilk* you to know."
Het father came to the door and has-
| ltat»«l.
"Won't you come an«! share our Ar**.
| father?" Zelda asked.
"No. oh, no! I'm quite busy
It'» a
very bail day, Mr. Ia*lght«»n" 11» turn­
ed »nd they presently heard him climb­
ing th» stairs to his room.
It was very still In th« parlor, and
the wind oulsid« subbed through 'he
old cedar* In a<-< ompanlment to th*»
■plash of the rain
It waa very swe t
to her to know that Morris wa* >»
near; there was In his pr«*aem-e In the
house st this unw<>nl»<! Hour of th«* day
a suggestion of eomethlng Intimate and
new. Hhe was looking away from him
into the Are when he roe* and dree
close to her
"I have come to ask you to do *om •
thing for me," h» «aid. "I want you to
■Ing me the *<>ng my song the one
that mean* -so much that means ev­
erything "
"I can't. I can't'
Please don't a«k
me" and »he clenched her hands upon
her kneeg
You hurt ir.e once -when you kn»*w
you did, when you wished me to be
hurt, when I spoke to >*».i of the song
-of my song of our Sung' Hut I want
you to sing It to me now, Zee. and It
you can sing It and then tell me that
you don't car« that you «don't know
what love Is then I shall never again
•peak to you -of love or anything "
"No. I don't know the song. I can't
•Ing It—ever «gain!"
"Is II because you are afrdld Is that
It? You can't wound m<* now by any­
thing that you may say; but If you will
sing me the song and then tell me that
your wrd will always I»« no. then I
■hall go away. Zee. and I shall never
troubl» you again.”
Hhe remembered, a»
sh» listen"!
with her h«»4 bowed over her hand«,
the first Urn« she had heard his vole*
that was deep and strong. It was only
a year ago. In Mrs. Carr's drawing­
room.
Hhe rose and walked away and look­
out through th« window upon the rain­
swept street; she saw the wet leaves
clinging In the walk. It waa a dea*da'e
picture; and eomethlng of the outer
color, the change of the year, touched
h«r
"I can't stng your song—any song'"
and she turn«d to him suddenly with
laughter In her eyes
"My throat is
very painful." she added and laughed
"Zee "—and he drew still nearer, so
that he coiild have put out hl* hand
and touched her.
"Pleas«-." »he begged, grave again,
"please forget all about the song and
me! I wish you to very much. Therj
«re reason* - a great many reasons-
why you must forget all about the song
you Ilk»«!, and everything that I may
• uggrst to you. Won't you believe me
-plea»»?"
There can't b* any reason* th*t
make any difference."
You can be kind If you will,” sh«
said, "and merciful."
There I* »^reason; there I* myself
I'm not flt to call your name or to
stand near you. I have llttl* to offer;
but I love you. Zee" an«! th» sincerity
of hl* plea touched her. so that *he did
not apeak for * moment, but *to«><l
•taring at th* rain-beaten pane with
eye* that «aw nothing.
"You could »par* me—If you would."
■he said.
"1 would glv* my life for you." he
answered. steadily, unyieldingly. "But
I can't let you put me aside for any
Idle fears or doubts. You mu*t tell me
what trouble* you; you have not told
me that you did not care. I shall not
go until you tell me what It I* that
weighs against me. I have a right to
one or the other"
Hhe looked at him suddenly; It would
tie easy to say that She did not care,
but her »yes filled at the U.oughL and
sh* turned to the window again. Th*
beat of hoofs upon the hard street
struck her with a sense of the world'*
vastness and the wind In the cedar*
sang Ilk» a mournful prophet of the
coming winter. Rhe could not tell him
that he meant nothing to her, when he
meant so nearly all; but If ah* should
set up * barrier. It might be enough
an«l he would go.
"You know we have had trouble—
that my father ha* met with lo***s—
an«! he need* me. My duty Is hers:
that must be a sufficient reason."
"No." he »a!«!. Instantly. "that I* not
a reason at all, Ze*. You are doing for
your father all that you could l>* asked
to do—and I should not ask you to do
less "
"I must do all t can." she said.
There must be no question of loyalty.
And now"—*he turned to him smil­
ing—"It's very dlMgrarabl* outs Id*;
let u* b* eh*erful Indoors."
"Z**.” he began, gravely. Tm not *o
easily dismiss*-«! «» that. There's somo-
thlng that I want to *ay. that I
shouldn’t dare say to you. If I did not
love you. I knew months ago that you
were showing a cheerful facs to the
world while you suffered.”
“Pleas«, oh. pleas»'" an«! she lifted
her hand* to her fac*. "It I* not kind'
You must not!"
You made light of thing* that you
knew were good. you said thing* often
«Mat you did not mean; but you were
I brav* and strong and An*. I
• to<»d IL Ze«. Hut now that I*
of th* way. There I* n.» u»e In
Ing about It any mors.”
"No; but you must know that I talk-
IOME SIMPLE
OAINTIES
THAT
ed to you a* I did betau** oh. b*cau*4
ARE EASILY PREPARED.
I haled goodneaa!
I tried to hat* It
It was Leeaus*—father but I mustn't
—•peak of It”
"I understand all about that. Z*O."
leo C«*am That T»w*s
But
Littis
"But 1 am very old" -*h* went on.
Tim* to Get Rsady for th*
pityingly; T am very old. and my giri-
Tab'*—Rie* W«tsr daily—
h«M»d It all went away from me last
For Lincoln PI*.
year—wnd every day 1 had to act s
part, and I did *«» many foolish thing*
Fine lc* Cream. On* pint milk
—you must have thought——"
That 1 loved you. Zee." h* decl«ra*L an* cup sugar, two tablespoons flour
refusing to meet h* r on th«* <round she <>ne Mltspo<>n salt, one egg. <«de pint
•ought
to one quart cream (or milk), on*
"The swx-test thing In the world,
half to on* cup sugar, on* tab:«-»p«x>n
•h* Mid. "must be —not to know—ol¡ flavor; bull th* milk, mis tSe sugar
evil; not to know"' and there wa* th« I
flour, aalt and egg and cook to mln
pent-up heartache of a y«*ar In th* sigh
ut«s aft«*r egg. sugar, flour and salt
" «’. i k«> from !»*-r
This
"Y**. it w** all loo t«a«L Z*-e. bu1 ar* ad<i*.l to the boiling milk
• *'U And better things ahead——T® la cheap and flu*.
•ur* of IL'
Fowl in Batter. Take th* remains
Hhe was not ready to look Into ths of • cold fowl, «livid* into neat joints
future
Her tnlnd we* still busy with remove all akin, dip ««acb pl«*ce Into
th» year tliat had Just ended.
seasoned flour, rub over with a llttl*
"I said so many things that I did »»lad oil and set aside
Prepare a
was
hard
—
i
not mean. aometinM*. and I
good frying halter, dip each pl«CH of
b«
•»
kind.
I
on you. when you mvant to
fowl into It and fry In deep fat Serve
but I'm *>>rry nvw."
"You were a little hard on m* now round a pile of pea* or French beans
Rlc* Water Jelly. Wash two and a
and then, but I think I liked IL Hvau
half tabl>*spoonfu!s of rice in M»vera>
day I shall laugh about IL"
"I hop* I «!.. W you will be a *uc- ' water* and cook In ■ quart of water
ceaaful man,' •he Mid, slowly, ~<vn«J for on* hour, or until th* rlc* I* eti .
how let us b* Sood friends.
tlrwly dtsacived
Add a pinch of salt
Sh» turned as lliougn tu alt down Sweeten to taste. Stir In th* julc* of I
and tw quit of a «llaugr««aid* topic for-1
<*M or two lemon* Strain Into a mold
ever, but he drew a step nearer and:
and when cold mrvs with sugar and
look her hand*.
"Ze«"—and lhe smile waa all gons | cream. Thia Is an etcwlleul dish fot
frum hla •y**
there Isn’t any *u-r> children amt Invalid*
Lincoln Pi*. On» pint slew*«! sour
••«»> **oapa fur you. Your rwasons ars
You hav* said all that! sppl«». sifted. butter size of an I egg
no reasons,
there Is to say. haven't you? But you! two tablespoon* flqur, grated rtn«l i
haven't said that you do not love me «nd Julc* of a lemon, yolk* of : t ■ ■
If you will say that I shall go away, egg«, beaten
Hweetan to taste Hake
and If that Is so I must knuw It now." with lower cru»L an«!
done
when
Hhe struggled to free b«-r hands, but ■pread a m*rlngue of th* whit*« of
he held them tight. Rhe drew away
thr«« egrs. tasaten wltb thr*« tab)«
I rum him. her face very whit*.
spoons sugar over th* top, and brown
Huiidcnly she raise«! her eye* and
tn oven.
1« *k«*d at him.
Quine*
Hon*/. Par« an«!
grate
"You must let me go. I can't tell you
why; but there can be nothing between three large quinces. Mak* a *yrup of
thr«*« pint* of sugar and 1 ■» pint* of
yuu and me"
"I love you. Zww." he said, steadily water
Holl together
about twent)
You must let ni« help you If there Is minute*.
•
any trvubl* It your father has met
with s«*me new difficulty——"
Swiss Dumplings.
“Oh, you don't understand! It Isn't
One pound sausage bought at a Oer
father -alone—I mean. 1 can't t»ll > ju
-—I can't speak of II It wa* my moth -1 man delicatessen store, as th* others
lt.-ruove frum skin* an«!
ere- and your father—their unhappy will not do
pepper,
story; bet there I* a fate In tb*«< ! to It add one ••ng. »alt and
things* It** not that I don't Iwllvve Io ‘ tablespoon of flour and one-quartet
>'«-u; It'* b«-«au*e i have gruwn afraid loaf of bread which ha* been soak»«»
rtf happiness! And It I* all so at ran it«. In milk and then pressed thoroughly
I should meet here and till quite dry. Mia well together and
that I should have hurt you last sum form In balls about the slae of larg«-
mer — maybe— as my mother hurt your marbles
Drop In boiling aster, salt
father.
And that waa before I knew
cd. and cook until they float
Now re
uwiF dtefy«** B
butter
"I love you. Zee." he said, simply move to a dish and make a
Melt a piece of butter sire ot
an«l sincerely, as a man speaks wh- sauce.
d«*«*s not use words lightly
11« put his an > gg and add a tablrapoon of flour
arms about her ami draw her close ’o When well blendt-d. add slowly, stir
him The tears sprang into hls eyes »» ring all the time, clear beef stock or
he MW how wholly she yielded her th* liquid th* dumplings were boll«-d
girls's heart to him and how little there in. enough to Just cover them
When
remained to win. He felt her breath, tha consistency of cream, put
In
broken with happy little soba, against dumplings and reheat. A tittle boiled
hls face
caullfluwur ad«lo. Is very tile*.
"We have our own Ilf* to llv*. Z**,
there la no fat* that I* •troncar
R*d Pepper Sws«t Plckl*.
love," he aal«L
•
•
Ro»k th* pepper* In boiling watei
•
•
Midnight had •truck, Th* rain had about twenty minute*, then lay In
ceased am! lhe autumn •tar* look**! cold brine over night to draw out th*
Cut In
down benignly upon lhe world. It wa* crude Juice* of the vegrtabl*
very still In th* D*m»r»n houae Zelda thin slice*, discarding all th* »«-»«Is
her ■nd stringy pulp, and mak* Into ■
sat dreaming befora her tabla,
mother's little book lying Clo**d before see«! pickle, precisely as pear*, ap
her. A new heaven and • naw earth pie* or peaches are pickled
A stand
had <!awne«l fur her «»n th* «lay fust
•rd formula for thl* I* three pounds
ended, and In her heart there was
peace
Rhe r«»ae and lighte«! a camits of sugar, a pint of cider vinegar, two
and went down thr«»ugh the silent old tabliwpoon* each of wbol* clove*, all
Scald all to­
house. carrytn# th» book in her hand* ■ pice and cinnamon
In th* parlor a few coals still burr.«d gether and cook until the pepper Is
Remove th* peppers and <ook
flt fully In th» flrrplace and she knelt tender
bsforw it, boldine lb» tx> >k against r.sr the syrup long enough to th:
cheek, Then she poised II above th« •Hghtiy. then pour over the
•Herd
flames. h«sltatc«l a moment and let it pepper
Th!* I* an »icellent rrllati
rail where the emtwrs were brightest with r
«“» tn. »L
Rhe watched the leather and
paper
curl and writh* until they ceaseil to L*
Ham Sandwiches
dlstlngulshalile. ami still her eyes rest­
Half • cupful of hatu minced fln«
ed Cor a moment upon the place where
with «everal pickle*
Add thro* s«r
they had b«*en
be«'n carefully
which h*v* been
Hhe rose »nd hel«! the candle close to dines
a photograph *»f her mother that sto.»d sklnn«-«! and boned, a teaspoonful of
up«*n the mantel and studied It wist­ mustard, aalt and pepp««r to taste and
a teaspoonful or mor* of vltu gnr a*
fully.
"Mother, dear llttl* mother!" She desired
Spread <m thin alice* of
whisper»«! "Morris'"
buttered bread.
Then with a smile of happy content
showing In lhe soft light of th* candla.
Cauliflower Pudding.
sh* went out Into the dark hall and up
Hr«*ok a cauliflower Into sprigs an««
th* long stair t*» h«r r* »m.
«oak In cold salted water for half an
(The *nd.)
hour, then drain
Cover with sweet
milk an«l boll until tender I »rain, add
A <««»«»* <•*»«•»*.
ona cupful of bread cruuiba. one-half
If you want an «usw.-r to any qaes
cupful of th* milk, tha Mtn* of thick
under
th*
sun."
sal«!
Robert
Edl-
tlon
sweet cream, the well beaten yolks of
•on, "ask a small boy. Dl<! you ever four wgg*. one-half t*aapoonful of aalt.
hear •bout the mother of • ba<! boy a ptneb of ground mace and a dnah of
who asked Jame* Russell Ix>*ell tc cayenne, two tableapoonful* of soft
writ* In her autograph album? Th* butter and th* julc* of half a lemon
poet, complying, wrot* the line:
Mia well, pour Into a buttered pud
in ding dish and bake In a »low own un
"'What la so rare a* a
day
Jun*?'
Ul firm
"Calling at thl* woman’» house a
few day* later, l*>w*ll idly turned th*
Sweat Apples With Cld*r.
page* of the album till he came to bls
Par*, cor* and sllc* sweet app!<*s
own autograph an«! saw thl* answer:
and »t*w slowly tn awewt cider
| also
"'A Chinaman, with whisker*.'
add good
of •’UP»*' and some stick
cinnamon to every gallon of cider.
Young* Magazine.
Resemble« qulnc* •auc* and la del!
clou*.
I ■"> somewhat slow sending
Al««i th» r«w»r •*«»»•.
Editor We would very much Ilk* to >ou a reclp*. but sure. n*v*rthe!v**.
ua* your ¡»**iu. air. but the fact IL *•
are not In a condition to buy y*ra*
Poet—But you may use It for noth­
ing; 1 would cnuch like to are It In
print.
Editor^-Well. y«>u Bee. we hav* a
rule her* that anyth.ng that Isn't paid
for Isn't worth printing - lioaton Her
aid
Popcorn Pudding.
Roll 1 pint of freshly popped corn.
Add to It 1H pint* milk. H cup sugar,
S egg*, well beaten, and a llttl* «alt
and nutmeg
Rak* Ilk* a euat ard
about >0 minute*
« Munyons
,
V
W1U» flat*»
is rr.«r* soothing than
C«*!d Oram . n. re heal-
i- g i han any *■' ion. Ii.-.i-
me * l **r ».«hr«-, m«*re I» au-
tify i.*>n than any co*mctic.
z.
*
Pasteur's f!»v*«g*.
' ~d b««t
Ta that on* of th* !
books Vallery Radot'a "Ufe <»f I‘a**
tBur" w* re d the story r>f hls mlnery.
It 1» nothing to aay that th* war
nearly broke hls heart |iut It brnk*
neither hl* faith n >r th* stratght lina
af hls work vnly a sort of rage p<>*-
r.aol*
tested him to r« deem and
Franco by working for her. "H*nc*.
tny
forth." h* said, "every on« of
book» »hall hav* written on It th«**
word». Revenge. rev«*nge,
I reveng*."
And thl» w*» hl» r*v«t.ge. to »ot tha
name of France tn the h< nor* ll»t of
tclencw higher than *v«*r. to give tha
rest of hl* Ilf* to her *errl< a, and to
*«ar him*'’!! «'it ’ r h«r sak*.
Mon*y and Earning.
Feuds of thl* natur*. though too fr«»-
quant In tha country, are wry fatal to
th* ordinary propio, who ar* so used
to be dawled with riches that they
pay as much d*f«*r*nca to th«» under*
• tandtng of a man of estate «■ of a
man of learning; and ar* very hardly
brought to regard any truth how Im­
portant soever It may bo. that is proabh-
ed to them, wb* o th««y know there ar*
•«veral men of flr« hundred n
j *ar
who do not beltov* IL—Jo*epb
A4-
tlsoo.
__________
A Costly Pet.
A year nr so ago n Montsnn boy
captured a young squirrel and took
him home and made a pet of him. The
little animal was given free range *>f
the houae and seemed eentent. and
hl* owner was soveral time* offered
12 for hfm. A few day* ng > a roll of
(iOO wa* missed, and. after a long
hunt Jt was found that the squirrel
had torn the bl!!» to pieces to make a
nest of. lb* ».«a a fried s ;ulrrel beat
day.
A Boclal Duty.
To ««rd a boi of candy, a book or a
bo» of flower» after having made a
s! >*rt visit Is a tactful act which costa
Utile either In time or money
Only
a visiting card bearing no writing
may be *nclos«-d.
His Lot.
Tn tha critical times np«m which
h* ha* falh'n It b< hoove* the police
to b* vigilant and not let the enetny
catch them sleeping at their poet”
"In other words, a pv leetnan's lot I*
not a happy on*"
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Queer Launary Psceag*.
It I* not uncomm on for lau !r!«* to
receive ring« and other valuables with
th* soll«*d linen from their cu»tom«*r*.
but they **Idotn mak* *u< !i a discov­
ery a* one which ha* been mad* at
Fulham. l> g m I
When a basket of
linen was rt««ived from the country
a few day* ago th* sorter*
w»r*
alarmed to sec tha npheaval of th*
«-.intents and hear a p'al:.live cry Th*
linen was n r.< v*d, a;.«! a black cal
was foun ! b* >ath.
Desperate
Coughs
Dangerous coughs. Extremely
perilous coughs. Coughs thit
rasp and tear the throit and
lungs. Coughs that shake lhe
whole body. You need a regu­
lar medicine, a doctor's medi­
cine, for such a cough. Ask
your doctor aboui Ayer’s
Cherry Pectoral.
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Any good doctor will tell v«>u that • medi­
cine Tike Aver * Cherry Pectoral cannot
do it* best work if th* bowela are con-
atipated. Ask your d«mr if he know*
anything better than Ay*r'a Pilla for cor­
recting thia aluggishnesa of the liver.
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