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is ByRandall Parrish *7 ^ Mt. - aft \ v;v,* "lis OMra Omm1* • -• "MyLmdyf tim North." OiWl|M by Bsn<laH rirtft IlK--MMO--MWIWtO--IWWWm-- WXMWNIWWdWHWOWlWW--K--»»*•>----l-- iBminmnamiimMHHiiaamainiannmmi CHAPTER IV.--Continual £ .• $r •' C r® U : ^ " $ - I'"*' '" K%' m?- ?;-• * •vt;' ^ l&fr "Well, that's blamed funny. Say, I don't remember ever hearln' that name before In all life till Just now. Come ter think of it, I believe that was the name in that La Rue girl's letter. I got it yere in the desk; lfs torn some, an' don't mean nothln' to me! sounds kinder nutty." He threw open a drawer, rummaging within, but without pausing in speech. "Then a fellow blew In yere this mornln' oft the Limited, asking about you, Jim, an' danged if I don't believe he said his name was Cavendish. The register waa fall so he didn't write it down, but that was the name all right. And now you tote in another one. What la thi* anyhow--a family reunion?" "Yon say a man by that name was here--asking for me?" "Yep; I reckon he's asleep upstairs, for he never showed up at supper." "In what room, Pete!" "Nine." Westcott, with a swift word of excuse to Stella, dashed into the hall, and disappeared up the stairway, taking three steps at a time. A moment later those below heard him pounding at a door; then his voice sounded: "This is Jim Westcott; open up." Timmons stood gazing blankly at the empty staircase, mopping his face with a bandanna handkerchief. Then he removed his horn-rimmed spectacles, and polished them, as though what mind he possessed had become completely dazed. He turned around and noticed Miss Donovan, the sight of her standing there bringing back a reminder of his duty. ' "He was a sayin' as how likely yet wanted to go to bed, miss." "Not now; I'll wait until Mr. Westcott comes down. What is that paper In your hand? Is that the letter Miss La Rue left?" He held it up In surprise, gazing at it through his glasses. "Why, Lord bless me--It is, Isn't it? Must have took it out o' ther drawer an' never thought of the darned thing agin." "May I see it?" "Sore; taint o' to Ososeoueoee ter me; I reckon the woman sorter packed In a hurry, and this got lost. The Chlhk found it under the bed." She took It in her hand, and crossed the room, finding a aeat beneath one of the bracket-lamps, but with her face turned toward the hall. It was just a single sheet of folded paper, not inclosed in an envelope, and had been torn across, so that the two parts barely held together. She felt that here was the key which was to unlock the secret of this strange crime. Whoever the man upstairs might prove to be--the real Cavendish or some impostor--this paper she lield in her hands was destined to be a link in the chain. She unfolded it alowly and her eyes traced the written words within. It was a hasty scrawl, written on the cheap paper of some obscure hotel in Jersey City, extremely difficult to decipher, the hand of the man who wrote exhibiting plainly the excitement under which he lathese and return here to Haskell with In a week, or ten days. But the war In Mexico made this impossible--once across the border he couldn't get back. He wrote me, but evidently the letter miscarried." "And Beaton missed him entirely." "By pure luck. Fred phoned the New York Central for a lower to Chicago, and they were all gone. Enrlght must have learned, in some way, of his calling that office, and so informed Beaton, who took that train. Later, from his own rooms, Cavendish secured accommodations on the Pennsylvania." He paused, endeavoring to see out through the window, hearing the hoof beats of an approaching team. "What's that, Peter he asked of Timmons, who was hovering as closely as he dared. "Pretty late, isn't it?" "Guests, I reckon; the Overland was three hours late; sure, they're stoppin' W. It waa a message of warning; he was leaving New York, and would sail that evening for some place In South America; where he did not say. Love only caused him to tell her what had occurred. A strange word puzzled her, and before she could decipher it, voices broke the silence, followed by eteps on the stairs. She glanced up quickly; it was Westcott returning, accompanied by a tall, rather slender man with a closely trimmed beard The two crossed the room, and she met them standing, the opened letter Mill in her band. . "Miss Donovan, this Is Frederick Cavendish--the real Frederick Cavendish. I have told him something of the trouble he has been to us alL' The real Frederick Cavendish amlled down Into her eyes, while he held her fingers tightly clasped In his own. She believed in him, liked him Instantly. "A trouble which I regret very much," he said humbly. "Westcott has told me a little, a very little, of what has occurred since I left New- York so hurriedly two months ago. This is the first I knew about it, am! the mystery of the whole affair is us puzzling us ever." Her eyes widened wonderingly. "You cannot explain? Not even Who the dead man was found mur dered in your apartments?" "I haven't the least Idea." "Fred has told me all he toows," broke in Westcott, "but it only extends to midnight when he left the city. He was in his apartments less than ten minutes after his valet retired. He supposed he left everything ID good order, with a note on the Writing-table instructing Valols what to do during his absence, and inclosing a sum of monety. Afterward, on the train, he discovered that he had mislaid the key to his safe, but this occasioned no worry, as he had taken with him all the cash It held, and the papers were of slight Importance." "But," she broke In impatiently, "where did he go? How did he escape encountering Beaton and why did he fail to answer your message?" The eyes of the two men met, ana both smiled. OHAPTKR m Miss Donovan Decide* Two men came In through the door together, each with a small grip in his hand, which Timmons took from them, and deposited beside the stove. The larger wrote both names In the register, and then straightened up, and surveyed the landlord. "Any chance to eat?" he' asked. "We're both of us about starved." Timmons scratched his head. "I reckon there's plenty o' cold provender out thar," he said doubtfully, "an' maybe I could hustle you up some hot coffee, but we don't aim ter do no feedln' at this time o' night. What's the matter with the diner?" "Hot box, and had to cut her off; be a good fellow, and hustle us up something." ^ 'Til see what there Is," and Timmons started for the kitchen, "but I wouldn't wake Ma Timmons up fer a thousand dollars. She'd never git over it." The large man, a rather heavy-footed fellow, with scraggly gray moustache, turned to his companion. "Better luck than I expected at that, Colgate," he said, restored to good humor. "The old duffer seems to be quite human." His eyes caught sight of Cavendish, and hardened, the grizzly mustache seeming to stiffen. His mouth was close to the ear of his companion, and he spoke without moving his lips. "Our bird; stand ready." The three were talking earnestly, and he was standing before them before any of the group marked his approach. His eyes were on Cavendish, who Instantly arose to his feet, startled by the man's sudden appearance. There is no use making a scene, Burke," the big man said sternly, "for my partner there has you covered." 'My name Is not Burke; it is Cavendish." 'So I heard in Denver," dryly. "We hardly expected to find you here, for we were down on another matter. So you are not /Gentleman Tom Burke?" "No." "I know he Is not," interposed Westcott. "I have been acquainted with this man for nearly twenty years; he Is a New York capitalist." "And who the h--1 are you--a pal?" the fellow sneered. "Now, see here, both of you. I've met plenty of your kind before, and It Is my business not to forget a face. This man is under arrest," and he laid a hand heavily on Cavendish's shoulder. "Under the name of Burke? On what charge?" « "Robbery, at Poughkeepsie, N. Y. wanted also for burglary and assault In Denver. My name is Roberts," he added stiffly, "assistant superintendent they bo "The very questions I asked,'1 replied Westcott Instantly. "In the Instructions left Valols was a check for ftve thousand dollars made to my order, to be forwarded at once. Fred's destination was Sonoj-a, Mexico, where he had some large copper Interests. He Intended to look after • "This Man Is Under Arrest!* V of the Plnkerton agency; the man with me is an operative from the New York office." Cavendish glanced past Boberts toward Colgate, who stood with oqp hand thrust In his side pocket. ."You know this man Burke?" M asked. "I saw him once; that's why I was put on the case. You certainly gave me some hot chase, Tom." "Some chase? What do you mean?" "Well, I've been on your trail ever since that Poughkeepsie Job--let's see, that was two months ago. You Jumped first to New York city, and I didn't really get track of you until the night of April 16. Then a copper In the Pennsy lvania depot, to whom I showed your picture, gave me a tip that you'd taken a late train west. After that I trailed you through Chicago, down Into Mexico, find back as far as Denver. It wasn't hard because you always signed the same name." "Of course; it's my own. You say you had a photograph of me?" "A police picture; here it is if you want to look at It--taken in Jollet" Westcott grasped the sheet, and spread it open. It was Cavendish's face clearly enough, even to the closely trimmed beard and the peculiar twinkle In the eyes. Below was printed a brief description, and this also fitted Cavendish almost exactly. "Well," aald Roberts, none too pleasantly, "what have you got to say now?" "Only this," and the miner squared his shoulders, looking the other straight in the eyes. "This man Is not Tom Burke, but I can tell you where Tom Burke Is." "Yes, you can I" "Yes, I can. I cannot only teil you, but I can prove It," he went on earnestly. "This description says that Burke had a small piece clipped out of one ear, and that he had a gold-crowned tooth in front, rather prominent This man's ears are unmarked, and his teeth are of the ordinary kind." The two detectives exchanged glances and Roberts grinned sarcastically. You'll have to do better than that," he said gruffly. "All right Is there any mention in that description of a peculiar and vivid scar on the chest of this man Burke? It would be spoken about, it he had any, wouldn't it?" "Sure; they never overlook them things." "Good; unbutton the front of your shirt, Fred." The two stared at the scar thus revealed, still Incredulous, yet unable to refute the evidence of Its existence. Roberts touched It with his fingers to better assure himself of its reality. Darn It all," he confessed. "This beats h--I." "It does," coincided Wescott "This whole affair has been of that kind. Now Til tell you where Tom Burke is --be lle^ buried in the Cavendish family lot In Brooklyn." He turned to Colgate, who stoocfwlth mouth half open. "You're from New York; over hear of the Cavendish murder?" Only saw a paragraph in the Chicago papers. It wasn't my case, and the only thing that interested me was that the name happened to be the same as assumed by the man I was following-- why?" Because this gentleman here Is Frederick Cavendish, who was reported as killed--struck down in his apartments on the night of April 16. Instead he took the midnight flyer West and you followed him. The dead man was Tom Burke; wait a minute and I'll tell you the story--all I know of it, at least" He told It rapidly, yet omitting no detail of any Interest, The two detectives, already half convinced of their mistake, listened fascinated to the strange narrative; It was a tale of crime peculiarly attractive to their minds; they could picture each scene in all Its colors of reality. As the speaker ended, Roberts drew in his breath sharply. "But who slugged Burke?" he asked. "The fellow went in there after swag; but who got him?" "That is one question I can't answer," replied Westcott gravely, "and neither can Fred. It doesn't seem to accord with the rest of our theories. Enrlght told Lacy he didn't know who the dead man was, or who killed him." Miss Donovan pushed her way in front of Cavendish, and faced the others, her cheeks flushed with excitement, a paper clasped in one hand. "Perhaps I can help clear that up," she said clearly. "This Is the letter found under Miss La Rue's bed. I have read part of It. It was written by Jack Cavendish Just as he was taking a boat for South America. It Is hot a confession,* she explained, her eyes searching their faces, "just a frightened boy's letter. I wouldn't understand it at all if I didn't know so much about the case. What It seems to make clear is this: The La Rue girl and Patrick Enrlght schemed to get possession of the Cavendish property through her marriage to John; this part of the program worked out fairly well, but John could not get hold of enough money to satisfy them. "Enright and the girl decided to put Frederick out of die way, but lacked the nerve to commit murder--at least in New York. Their scheme seems to have been to inveigle their victim away from the city, and then help him to get killed through an accident. In that case the law would award the en tire estate to John. They never told John this plan, but their constant demands for money fairly drove the young man to desperation. "The making of the will, and the Sudden proposed departure of Frederick for the west compelled immediate action, yef even then John was kept largely In the dark as to what they proposed doing. All he knew was that Frederick had made a will disinheriting him; that he left the College club with this document in his pocket, and Intended later to take night train." • She paused, turning the letter over In her hands, and the men seemed to draw closer In the Intensity of their Interest. "Some of what I say I learned from this letter," she went on quietly, "and some I merely deduce from the circumstances. I believe the boy went home half mad, his only thought being to destroy that wfll. In this state of mind, and fortified dripfc, he stole later Into Frederick's apartments. I don't believe the boy actually intended to murder his cousin, but he did Intend to stun him with a blow from behind, seize, the paper, and escape unseen. It was a wild, hare-brained project, but he was only a boy, half drunk, worked Into frenzy by Celeste La Rue. He got Into the room--probably through the bath room window-- unobserved, but after Frederick had departed. This other man--Burke-- was then at the table, running through the papers he had taken from the safe, to see if any were of value. John, convinced the man was his cousin, stole up behind him and struck him down. He had no Idea of the force of the blow delivered, and may even have left the apartment without realizing that the blow had been a fatal one. Afterward there- was nothing to do, but keep still, and let matters take their own course." "And what happened then?" "Naturally this: the La Rue woman wormed the truth out of him, and told Enrlght. From that moment the boy was entirely in their hands. While they remained in New York they helped him keep his nerve, but as soon r "Please, Jim," She Begged, "Just Let Me Add One More Paragraph." as he was left alone, he went ientirely to pfeces. He was no criminal, merely a victim of circumstances. At last something happened to frighten him Into flight." The four men straightened up as her voice ceased speaking. Then Roberts laughed, as though ashamed of the breathless Interest he had exhibited. "I guess she's got that doped out about right, Colgate," he said, almost regretfully. "And It's clear enough that we are on the wrong trail. Anyhow this man here isn't Tom Burke, although he would deceive the very devil. What Is It, landlord? Am I ready to eat? Just, lead the way, and I'll show you." He glanced about at the others. "Any of you missed your supper? If so, we'd be glad to have your company." 'I'll accept the Invitation," returned Cavendish. "I was asleep upstairs, and failed to hear the bell. Perhaps you gentlemen can tell me what steps rd better take In a case like mine." The three passed out together, following the guidance of Timmons, and as the sound of their voices subsided Into a confused murmur, Westcott glaneed Into the face beside him. "You must be very tired, dear." "I am tired, Jim,", she said, "but I mustn't allow it I have a big job on hand. Farrls will want three thousand words of this and he'll want it tonight so that he can scoop the town." 'Scoop the town?" Westcott repeated. "Yes, that means my paper gets a story that no other paper gets. And this Cavendish case is going to be my scoop. Will you walk with me down to the station?" Big Jim Westcott nodded silently and took her arm In his and together they went out Into the night Each stone, shrub, each dark frown* lng cliff reminded them of their meeting, and silently, with their hearts full, they walked along until a dilapidated box car hove in view, with one oil-lamp 8till burning, twinkling evidence that Carson had not retired for the night; and as they came abreast the door they found him dozing. "Wake up, Carson," cried Jim, tapping him on the shoulder, "wake up and get ready to do a big job on the keys. And keep your ears open, too, old timer, for It's interesting; every word of it---Miss Donovan Is going to tell a story." Carson rubbed his eyes, sat uf>, gave ample greeting, got up, Mt another lamp, and tested hla wire. "Bast wire free as air, Jim," he said. "You can begin that there story whenever you want." And so, weary as she was, and with nerves still high-pitched, Stella Donovan began, slowly at first until she got the swing of her "lead," and then more rapidly; (Hie after another the yellow sheets on which she wrote were fed past Westcott's critical eyes and Into the hands of Carson, who operated his "bug" like a madman. An hour went past an hour and a quarter--Stella Donovan was still writing. An hour and a half. Westcott saw her face tensing under the strain, saw it grow wan and white, and, reaching down he gripped the fingers that clenched the pencil. "No more, Stella," he said firmly, "you've sent four thousand!" She looked at him tenderly. "Please, Jim," she begged, "just let me add one more paragraph. It's the most important one of all." The miner released her hand and the girl wrote hurriedly, this time passing sheets direct to Carson. Heroically the station agent stuck to his task, and as he tossed the first of the sheets aside, an eddying wisp of wind caught It, danced it a moment on the table-top, then slid It over under the very palm of big Jim Westcott's right hand. Slowly he picked it up and read It "So!" he said, with something strangely like a cry In his deep voice, "so you've resigned from the Star, and you're going to stay In Haskell?" The girl looked *t him, her lips trembling. "I never want to be a lady reporter again," she whispered. "Never I" They were In the open doorway now,' and through the lush, warm gloom a belated light twinkled down in Haskell, slumbering like a bad child In the gulch below. And as they stood there watching a fair young moon making Its first bow in a purple sky, their Hps met in a long tender kiss ; when they lifted their eyes again it was to let them range over the eternal misty hills with their hearts of gold in which lay the future--their future. (THE END.) MUST KNOW DIAMOND'S GRAIN Point of Cleavage Has to Be Dstermined Before Cutter Begins. Work on Stone. In the diamond there Is a "grain* In the rough stone, which grain la parallel to any of the triangular faces of the octahedral crystal. The stones In the rough are examined for perfection and assorted for sizes. The largest stones are given very close inspection for flaws and carbon spots. When these are found It may be desirable to spilt the stone Into several smaller pieces, to eliminate the flaws and to secure stones of more marketable size. It behooves an individual known as a "cleaver" to know thoroughly the grain of the diamond in the rough. Sometimes days are taken to decide on its cleavage in order to get the largest and best results--a mark Is placed upon the diamond with pen and Ink, a tiny groove is ground into it and the stone mounted on the end of a holder with the sharp edge of another diamond. A knife about six inches by one'inch high Is now Inserted into the groove or on top of the line, and with a quick blow the diamond separates easily along Its grain.--Electrical Experimenter. BIRD HIDES NEST CLEVERLY South American Fiery Topaz knows Weil the Value of Matching Colon to Deceive Enemies. Perhaps the most wonderful thing about the fiery topaz humming bird Is the manner In which It makes Its nest. In this respect It is a past master of camouflage for a very observant person or animal could be quite close to one of these nests and never be able to distinguish It from the bough or trunk of the tree to which It Is attached. This nest Is truly remarkable on account of Its structure, and In appearance *lt greatly resembles leather, colored to represent the fungus and moss that grows upon the trees In the Amazon river region, where It makes Its home. Still more Interesting Is the manner In which the nest Is attached to the bark, as these birds weave It on In sucfc a manner that It Is difficult to see just where the bark or nest begin. The nest Is composed of a kind of fungus which the birds gather and match their colors so well that camouflage effect is complete. As might be guessed from the name, the fiery topas is mostly a brilliant scarlet, which contrasts beautifully with the few black markings noticeable On the Beck, as well as the green on the lower part of the back. There are no more harmonious colors than green and cod. recognised evesywfcere as an outdoor combination that Is hard to surpass, so one can imagine that the fiery topaz compares well with the birds of the South American Jungles. Although a member of the hummingbird family, the fiery topas Is noted for the remarkably large size that it sometimes attains, as the entire length Is often as great as eight inches. Don't Try to Remove F reck lee. Freckles can be removed, but ss the Journal of the American Medical association says, "the effect Is only temporary at best and usually not worth the Irritation and effort that It costs." The method Is to apply solutions of mercuric chloride In a strength of from 0.5 vto 1 per cent, strictly under medical supervision, for If one tries to do It oneseff she Is likely to make a nasty mess of her face. These solutions produce an Inflammation of the skin which ends In the outer skin peeling off, bringing the freckles with It The Journal of the American Medical association says that the prescription written by Hebra, and recommended particularly for the removal of freckles, will not do the trick. Wise women let their freckles alone. An osr Is said to have two4hlrds tks strength of a horse, a mule about onehalf, a man between one-fifth and on* 'J %' ' For Infants jmd Chftdren. Mothers Knew Genuine Casteria AUXMHt-3 ANtttMT Bears Signature U For 0 veil VMS OCKTMM OOWMT, MW VMM Mt. Truly a Worthy Cause. The notice of the meeting was so worded that a generous response was assured. At the appointed hour the ball was packed. The chairman called the meeting to order and Introduced the speaker of the evening. He was a modeStly dressed, unimpressive little man, but he was an earnest talker. "Ladles and gentlemen," he said, "this meeting was called for the purpose of starting a campaign to raise funds for the impoverished contributors to Innumerable other campaigns." The rest of the speech was not heard because of the tremendous applause. _ Father and Daughter Get Relief by Eatonic B. J. Powell, Sweetwater, Texas, sltys, "Eatonic helped me at once, but it was my daughter who got the marvelous benefits. She could not even take a drink of water without awful misery, but it relieved her; she IS feeling much better. All this from One box, so send me four more at once." Hundreds of people now take eatonic; one or two tablets after each tqeal keeps them in good health, feeling fine, full of pep. Eatonic simply takes up the excess acidity and poisons and carries them right out of the system. Of course, when the cause of the misery is removed, the sufferer cannot help but get well. You will find it a quick, sure relief for heartburn, indigestion, sour, acid, gassy, bloated stomach. It costs but a trifle and your druggist will, supply L yen. If you don't flMA weH, yon give: satonic a test Adv. ^ HONEYMOON SURELY AT END Brute's Retort Proved That the Airs, * row* of Cupid Must Hav* Lost ,-1.' Their Sharpness. ' V Sad it is when the brief story of the honeymoon departs, leavfng only the prospect of the endless monotony of ordinary life ahead. But that was where the Smiths stood. Their honeymoon bad soon whned under the stress of modem life. In fact, Mrs. Smith was already adopting the policy of masterly Inactivity; even hubby's n\ost loving endearment couldn't get a kind word out of her. The tiff happened on Wednesday, and lasted till Suoday .morning, when he, attired for his usual stroll asked her: "What Is for dinner foddy, my dear?" His suave voice and winning smile earned for him a brief retort. The lady replied jmfc more fore* than grace: J • "Oh, rats!" y v But he was not caught unawares. With a sweet |An)le he countered with the remark: "Well, don't cook one for me, darling ; I think Pll have dinner out!" Domestic Interest Films Lead. As a result of Inquiries It Is stated that Imotlon pictures of domestic Interest are most popular, with western "thrillers," and comedies tying for see* ond place. The mean annual temperature of the earth is 68 degrees Fahrenheit SCORE ONE FOR DIPLOMACY Will Be General Agreement That tie Joe Deserved the Treat He Waa Looking For. Little Jo« had been told that lis could not go to grandmother's house 5 before the end of the week. And he wished' very much to go right away, * for grandmother had a new kind of cooky. He coaxed mother, but to no avail, so he decided to tiy strategy. "Mother," he sdid sweetly, "when I ; get to be grown and away from homo I'm still a-golng to come back and, seo f you.every day." j Mother was delighted. "That will hat ; grand," she said. 'T do hope you will jremember fhat promise." ;-y.J "Yes," Joe was positive, "and if any»" thing should happen that I couldrit come any day I'm going to be sure to send your grandchildren to make up for me, so you'll know I remembered -i you.J He made the trip to grandmother's| house that afternoon. ^ Cuticura 8oothea Baby HashWi That itch and burn with hot baths of Cuticura Soap followed by gentle anointings of Cuticura Ointment. ; Nothing better, purer, sweeter, espe- ' dally if a little of the fragrant Cut!- i cura Talcum is dusted on at the finish. 25c each everywhere.--Adv. NO, SHE NEVER DID LIKE Hit 9f Course 8he Looked Over Hie Lev* Letters Once In a While, Ml . What of That? •Over steaming teacups the two darn- ^ sels sat and talked. The conversation ; turned upon an unfortunate individual . who had Incurred the disfavor of one § of them. | "No. I never did like hta," die said. I "Why, when he used to write mo glbwlng love letters I would only j glance over-them once." , § , "Only once, dear?" J "Well -- er -- sometimes when 11 couldn't make out his abominable # scrawl T would glance over them the second time." \ "Indeed!" said the other maiden* C "and was that all?" | "Except sometimes at night, I would | take them from under my pillow and f read them Just to kill time." •* ' ' * "An(J was that the end?" "Yes," was the reply; "only on rainy days I used to look over them again Just to see how silly a man can bo when be starts writing love letterfk But I only glanced over them, dear; I '• never did like him." He Shoold Have Known That. Visitor (to small girl hugging a large Teddy bear, whose boot-button eyes convey the Impression of a pr*« nounced squint)--Well, little girl, and what do you call your nice new bear? Small Girl (gravely)--His name Ul "Gladly," same as the one In the hymn. Visitor (mystified)--What an earth are you talking about child? Which hymn? , ; Small Girl--You know. The on» that says, "Gladly, my beat- • HJ ' • »>t ifwir'.-,' ;i-f "Main Thing.8^*,4• He (loftily)--"I cannot woo yo< with soft words. I am a man at dteeds." She (eagerly)--"Title deeds?*. "The High Price of Sugqjr " ' " . ' y makes one welcome foods which) ^ • ij :an rich in natural sweett^esS" , > --the ready-cooked cereal requires no added sweetening, for it contains its own pure grain sugar, developed from wheat and barley by twenty hours' baking. Sprinkle Grape-Nuts over ripe fruit or berries •end yoaH save sngst, • • -• -v;. mm -i. ^ •v::^ •*\ A' V "