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t - 5^:-«• > "i- DANDALL IP1,,fi ̂ ffsr :i-'-' Ir-Vf 4/ i. ;L ^ .§*> SYNOPSIS. 2-- it 4 •!•'•(»%;•;? :#.' '* *' r"V-< w j-\, J. - V-*1 t? i*ep~- Nr. •&* W- -l: iW4i • . :0ft m&M:: ."Al* Adele la Chesnayne. a belle, of New Ffa-nce. ts among conspirators at her un­ cle's house. Cassion, the commissaire, b&s enlisted her Uncle Chevet's aid against La Salle D'Artigny, l>a Salle s friend, offers his 3ervlces as guide to C fis­ sion's party, on the journey to-the wilder* n*,ss. The iinrle informs Adele that ne h«s betrothed her. An orphaned git J of seventeen pledged against ber will by a coarse male relative to marry a man she loathes, needs a good and strong friend at this time more than anything else in the world. To whom can she turn for friendship when she has but two acquaintances? -- young Bleur Rene d'Artigny, frontiers­ man and gentleman of France, and Sister Celeste at the con­ vent. How Adele met her prob­ lem is told in this installment. CHAPTER H.--Continued. "Yes, monsieur." "Oh, you're sweet enough with words. I liave heard you before, , and found you a sly minx--when my back was turned---but this time It is not I alone who will watch your actions, I bare pledged you a husband." I got to my feet, staring at him, the indignant words stifled in my throat. He laughed coarsely, and resumed lils meal. _ "A husband, monsieur? Xou have pledged mef "Ay! why not? Ton are 17, and 'tis my place to see you well settled." "But I have no wish to marry, mon­ sieur," I protested. "There is no man tor whom I care." He shrugged bis shoulders indiffer- tintly, and laughed. •Pooh! if I waited for that no doubt y€u would pick out some cockerel without as much as a spur to his heel. Tis my choice, not yours, for I tnow the world, and the man you need. Monsieur Cassion has asked me to fa­ vor him, and I think well of it" ) "Cassion! Surely you would not wed tee to that creature?" > He pushed back his chair, regarding IBe with scowling eyes. v MAad where is there a better? Sacre! do you think yourself a queen to choose? 'Tis rare luck you have such an offer. Monsieur Cassion is going to be a great man in this New France; already he has the governor's ear, and a commission, with a tidy sum to his |g§ credit in Quebec. What more could afiy girl desire In a husband?" * ' • . "But, monsieur, I do not love him; f 1 « S o not trust the man." V "Pah!" He burst Into a laugh, rls- , tag from the table. Before I could draw back he had gripped me by the arm. "Enough of that, young lady. He Is my choice, and that settles it. || i: Love! who ever heard of love now­ adays? Ah, I see, you dream already of the young gallant D'Artigny. Well, little good that will do you. Why what to he? a mere ragged adventurer. Without a sou to his name,jx prowling wolf of the forest, the follower of a discredited fur thief. But enough of •flits; I have told you my will, and you obey. Tomorrow we go to Quebec to toe governor's ball, and when Mon- V"' waif. More, he was honest about it To his mind he did well by me in tuus finding me a husband. I $ank on my knees, and hid my face, shuddering at the thought of the; sacrifice demanded. Cassion! never before had the man ap­ peared so despicable. Yet what could I do? It was useless to appeal to Chevet, and the governor, La Barre. would give small heed to a girl ob­ jecting to one of his henchmen. D'Artigny! The name was on my lips before I realised 1 had spoken it. and brought a throb of hope. I arose to my feet, and stared out of the window into the dark night. .My pulses throbbed. If he cared; if I only knew he cared, I would fly with him any­ where, into the wilderness, depths, to escape Cassion, ; But how could I reach him with my tale? There was but one opportunity --the governor's ball: He would be there; he had said so, laughingly glanc­ ing toward me as he spoke the words, the flash of his eyes a challenge. But it would be difficult. Chevet, Cassion, not for a moment would they take eyes from mj» and if I failed to treat him coldly fui open quarrel must re­ sult. •Chevet would be glad of an excuse, and Cassion's jealousy would spur him on. Yet I must try, and, in truth, I trusted not so much in Mon­ sieur d'Artigny's interest in me, as in his reckless love of adventure. 'Twould please him to play an auda­ cious trick on La Salle's enemies, and make Cassion the butt of laughter. window. It was so still I could hear my own quick breathing. At last she spoke, her voice still soft and kindly. "I have no power, child, but I will peak with the mother superior, and repeat to her all I have learned. It shall be as she wills. Wait here, and you may trust me to plead for you." She seemed to fade from the room, and I glanced about, seeing no change since I was there before--the same bare walls and floor, the rude settee, If' . •, / r\ Klfiy- K *-*• *Sacrel Do You Think Yourself •Queen to Choose?" Cassion returns from his mis­ sion you will marry hiui--you untler- md?" The tears were in my eyes, blotting out his threatening face, yet there was baught to do but answer. "Yes, monsieur." "And this D'Artigny; If the fellow <-fver dares come near you, again I'll crush his white. throat between my fingers." "Yes, monsieur." "To your room then," and think over .ail I have said. You have never found me full of idle threats I warrant." "No, monsieur." I drew my arm from his grasp, feel- Ing it tingle with pain where hia: fin- ; gers had crushed the flesh, and crept t op the narrow stairs, glad enough to- get away and be alone. I had never , loved Chevet, but he had taught pie 1 to fear him, for more than once had > 1 experienced hie brutality and physi- ^ cal power. To him I was but a chat­ ty tel, an incumbrance. He had assumed charge of me because the law so or- dained, but I had fouud nothing in JlfO., his nature on which I could rely for ti"'. sympathy. I was bis sister's child, iSi^ y*t no more to him thai some Indian ft CHAPTER III. I Appeal for Aid. It had been two years since I was at Quebec, and It was with new eyes of appreciation that I watched the great bristling cliffs as our boat glid­ ed silently past the shore and headed in toward the landing. Cassion met us, attired so gayly in rich vestments that I scarcely recognized the man, whom I had always seen before in dull forest garb, yet I permitted him to take my hand and assist me gal­ lantly to the shore. It was evidently a gala day. for flags and streamers were flying from every window of'the lower town, and the narrow, crooked streets were filled with wanderers having no apparent business but en­ joyment. Never hau I viewed so mot- ly a throng, and I could but gaze about with wide opened eyes on the strange passing figures. It was all of such interest I was glad enough to be finally rid of him, and be greeted so kindly by Sister Celeste. "Thrfee years have changed you greatly, my child," she said gently, touching<«=my cheeks with her soft hands; "but bright as your eyes are, it is not all pleasure I see in them. You must tell me of your life. The older man, I take It, was your uncle, Monsieur Chevet." "Yes," I answered, but hesitated to add more. "He Is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the woods." "He is rough," I protested, "for his life has been hard, yet has given me no reason to complain. 'Tis because the life is lonely that I grow old." "No doubt, and the younger gallant? He is not of the forest school?" »»Twas Monsieur Cassion, commis- salre for the governor." "Ah! 'tis through him you have In­ vitation to the great ball," I bowed my head, wondering at the kind questioning in the sister's eyes. Could she have heard the truth? I*er- chance she might tell me something of the man. "He has been selected by Monsieur Chevet as my husband," I explained doubtfully. "Know you aught of the man, sister?" Her liand closed gently on mine. "No, only that he has been chosen by La Barre to carry special message to the Chevalier de Baugis in the Illi­ nois country. He hath an evil, sneer­ ing face, and an insolent manner, even fts described to me by the Sieur d'Ar- tignjr." I caught my breath quickly, and my hand grasp tightened. "The Sieur d'Artigny!" I echoed, startled into revealing the truth. "He has been here? has talked with you?" "Surely, my desir girl. He was here with La Salle before his chief sailed for France, and yesterday he came agalq, and questioned me." "Questioned you?" "Yes; he sought knowledge of yoffc and of why you were in the household of Chevet. I liked the young man, and told him all I knew, of your father's death and the decree of the court, and of how Chevet compelled you to leave the convent. I felt him to be honest and true, and that his purpose was worthy." "Sister, you must hear me," I said. "I have no mother, no friend even to whom to appeal; I am just a girl all alone. I despise this man Cassion; do not know why, but he seems to be like a snake, and I cannot bear his presence,,., I would rather die than marry him. I do not think Chevet trust's him, either, but he has some hold and compels him to sell ine as tlipugh I was a slave In the market. I am to be made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur d'Artigny that I may tell him all, and beseech bis aid." "But why D'Artigny, my girl? What is the boy to you?*' „ "Nothing--absolutely nothing." t confessed frankly. "We have scarcely spoken together, but he is a gallant of true heart: he will never refuse aid to a maid like me. It will be joy for him to outwit this enemy of La Salle. All I ask Is that I be permitted to tell him my story." Crleste sat silent, her white hands i dashed, ber eye* on the stained gl&«* Her Hand Closed Gently on Mine. the crucifix above the door, and the one partially open window, set deep In the stone wall. Soon I was dimly aware that some­ one had entered the apartment. It was the mother superior, looking smaller than ever in the gloom, and behind her, framed in the narrow door­ way, his eyes smiling as though in enjoyment of my confusion, stood D'Artigny. I climbed down from the bench, feeling my cheeks burn hotly, and mailt} obesjance. The mother's soft hand rested on my hair, and there was silence, so deep I heard the pound­ ing of my heart. Child," said the mother, her voice low but clear. "Rise that I hjay see your face. Ah! it has not so greatly changed in the years, save that the eyes hold knowledge of sorrow. Sis­ ter Celeste hath told me your story, and if it be sin for me to grant your request then must I abide the penance, for it is in my heart to do so. Until send the sister.yoii may speak alone with Monsieur d'Artigny." She drew slightly aside, and the young man bowed low, hat in band, then stood erect, facing me, the light from the window on his face. At your command, mademoiselle," he said quietly. "The mother tells me you have need of my services. This Hugo Chevet--he Is a brute. I know-- Is his abuse beyond endurance?" No, no," I hastened to explain. "In his way he is not unkind. The tr,uth Is he has lived so long in the woods alone, he scarcely speaks. He--he would marry me to Monsieur Cassion." Never will I fofget the look of sheer- delight on his face as these words burst from me. His hand struck the bench, and he tossed back the long hair from his forehead, his eyes merry with enjoyment. Ah, good! By all the saints, 'tis even as I hoped. Then have nq fear of my sympathy, mademoiselle. Noth ing could please me like a clash with that perfumed gallant. He doth per­ secute you with his wooing?" He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly all arranged with out my being approached." "No doubt they are hand In glove in the fur trade, and the commlssaire has La Barre's ear just now. He rode by yonder In the carriage a moment since, and you might think from his bows he was the governor. And this* marriage? when does it take place?" "On monsieur's safe return from the great West." The smile came back to his face. "Not so bad that, for 'tis a long Journey, and might be delayed, travel with him, you know, and w depart at daybreak. What else dlfi this Chevet have to say?" "Only a threat that if ever you came near me again his fingers would feel your throat, monsieur. He spoke of hate between himself and your father. The eyes upon mine lost their toler­ ant smile, and' grew darker, and marked the fingers of his band clinch "That was like enough, for my father was little averse to a quarrel although he seldom made boast of It afterwards. And so this Hugo Chevet threatened me! I am not of the blood mademoiselle, to take such things lightly. Yet wait--why came you to me with such a tale? Have you no friends?" . "None, monsieur," I answered grave­ ly, aud regretfully, '"other than the nuns to whom I went to school, and they are useless in such a case." He walked across the room, once, twice, his head bent in thought, and I watched him, half frightened lest I had angered him. "Have I done very wrongs mon sieur?" He stopped, his eyes on my face He must have perceived my peipH' ity, for he smiled agaiu, aud pressed my hand gently. "If so the apgels must judge, answered stoutly. for me, I am very glad you do me this honor but «^ek the best plau of BCivici, mademoiselle, for I stand between you and this sacrifice with much pleasure. You shall not marry Cassion while I wear a sword." "But not violence, monsieur!" "Planning and scheming is not my way, nor am I good at It. A soldier of La Salle needs more to understand action, and the D'Artigny breed has ever had faith In steel. I seek no quar­ rel, yet if occasion arise this messen­ ger Of La Barre will find me quite ready. I know not what may occur. Mademoiselle; I merely pledge you my word of honor that Cassion will no longer seek your hand. The method you must trust to me." Our eyes met, and his were kind and smiling, with a confidence In their depths that strangely heartened me. Be­ fore I realized the action I had given him my hand. "I do, monsieur, and question no more, though I pray for peace between you. Our time is up, sister?" "Yes, my child," she stood In the doorway, appearing like some saintly image. "The mother sent me." D'Artigny released my hand and bowed low. "I still rely upon your attendance at iite ball?" he asked, lingering,at the door. "Yes, monsieur.** "And may bespeak a dance?** "I cannot say no, although it m&y >st you dear." „ He laughed gayly, his eyes bright ith merriment. Faith! most pleasures do I find; the orld would be dull enough otherwise, Till then, mademoiselle, adieu." We beard his quick step ring on the tone of the passage, and Celeste smiled, her hand on mine. A lad of spirit that. Tlje Sieur de la Salle picks his followers well, and knows loyal hearts. The D'Artignys never fail." "You know of them, sister?" "I knew his father," she answered, half ashamed already of her impulse, a gallant man. But come, the mother would have you visit her.** th«- mass of people room. Many a name reached my ears fa* mons in those days, but forgotten long since; and once or twice, as we slowly made our way through the throng, Cassion pointed out to me some char­ acter of Importance ill the province, or paused to present me with formal­ ity to certain officials whom he knew. It was thus we approached the dais; and awaited our turn to extend felici­ tations to the governor. Just before us was Du L'Hut, whose name Cas­ sion whispered in my ear, a tall, slen­ der man, attired as a courier du bois. with long fair hair sweeping his shoul­ ders. I had heard of him as a daring explorer, but there was no premonition that he would ever again come into my life, and I was more deeply inter­ ested in the appearance of La Barre. He was a dark man, stern of face, and'with strange, furtive eyes, con­ cealed behind long lashes and over­ hanging brows. Yet he was most gra­ cious to Du L'Hut, and when he turned and perceived Monsieur Cassion next in line, smiled and extended his hand cordially. "Ah, Francois, and so you are here at last, and "fever welcome. And this," he bowed low before me in excess of gallantry, "no doubt will be the Made­ moiselle la Chesnayne of whose charms I have heard so much of late. By my faith, Cassion, even your eloquence hath done small Justice to the lady. Where, mademoiselle, have you hidden yourself, to remain unknown to us of Quebec?" "I have lived with my uncle, Hugo Chevet" , "Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances now--a rough, yet loyal trader. He was with me once on the Ottawa-- and tonight?" "He accompanied me to the city, your excellency, but I have not seen him since.** "Small need, with Francois at your beck .and call," and he patted me playfully on the cheek. "I have al­ ready tested his faithfulness. Your father, mademoiselle?" "Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir." "Ah, yes; f^knew him well; he*fell on the Richelieu; a fine soldier." He turned toward Cassion, the .expression of his face changed. "You depart tonight?* "At daybreak, sir." 7 "That Is well; see to It that no time Is lost on the journey. I have it In my mind that De Baugis may need you, for, from all I hear Henri de Tonty is not an easy man to handle." "De Tonty?" "Ay! the lieutenant Sieur de la Salle left in charge at St. Louis; an Italian CHAPTER IV. In the Palace of the Intendant. The huge palace of the Intendant, between die bluff and the river, was ablaze with lights, aud already crowd­ ed with guests at our arrival. I had seen nothing of Chevet since the morning, nor did he appear now; but Monsieur Cassion was prompt enough, and congratulated me on my appear-, ance with bows, and words of praise which made me flush with embarrass­ ment An officer met us, pointing out the way, and, after he had assisted us to descend from the chair, we advanced slowly over a carpet of clean straw toward the gayly lighted entrance. Soldiers lined the walls on either side, and overhead blazed a beacon sus­ pended on a chain. It was a scene rather grotesque and weird in the red glow, and I took Cassion's arm gladly, feeling just a little frightened by &e strange surroundings. "Where is my Uncle Chevet?" 1 asked, more as a relief, than because eared, although I was glad of his absence because of D'Artigny. In faith, I know not," be answered lightly. "I won him a card, but he was scarce gracious about it. In some wine shop likely with others of his kind." There were servants at the door and an officer, who scanned^ the cards of those in advance of us, yet passed Cas­ sion, with a glance at his face, and word of recognition. I observed him turn and stare after me, for ottr eyes met, but, almost before* I knew what had occurred, I found myself In a side room, with a maid helping to remove my wraps, and arrange my hair. I will not describe the scene in the great ballroom, for now, as I write, the brilliant pageant is but a dim memory, confused and tantalizing. I recall the bright lights overhead, and along the walls, the festooned banners, the raised dais at one end, carpeted with skins of wild animals, where the governor stood; the walls covered with arms and trophies of the chase, the guard of soldiers at each entrance, and TO RELIEVE CITY CONGESTION i MA# PAWNS . SPOUSE FOR $34 f; v i • i ' ' « Spurate Bates Had to Pay loard Bill and There Was tyo ^ Other Way. He Was a Dark Man, Stern of Face. they tell me, and loyal to his master. 'Tis like he may resist my orders, and De Baugis hath but a handful with which W uphold authority. I am not sure I approve of your selecting this lad D'Artigny as a guide^.he may play you false." "Small chance he'll have for auy trick." •£< as QQ E HI EH3 H EMU >3 B Psychologists--scientists of the human mind--say that the big emotions are born and devel­ oped in one's unconscious mind and gradually are ushered into the conscious mind; for in- stance, that you may be In love long before you are actually aware of the fact. What about D'Artigny and Adele? Orleans.--Spurgie Q&te* W1 upon evil days last January. He faced hard times and an unpaid board bill for himself and wife. Everything of value possessed by the couple had found its way into the pawnshops, but still |34 was due the landlord, C. E. Brown by name, who was growing irate. At last, however, Gates had an inspiration. He possessed one more article of value that he might be able to pawn. It was his spouse. Would Brown take Mrs. Gates and hold her as security for the uncollect­ ed account? Sure! In fact, the land­ lord beamed upon Gates for the pro- The Two Men Fought. posal. The pawn ticket was duly made out, the wife delivered to Brown, and Gates set out with high resolves to find work and redeem his lost treas­ ure. , A few days ago the husband discov­ ered that he had enough money to get his wife out of pawn. But Brown asked him for the return of the pawn ticket before handing over the security. Gates could not find it. Thereupon an argu­ ment ensued over the question of prin­ cipal and interest, and the two men fought. Meanwhile the woman sat on her trunk, wondering whether she was liberated or still a hostage. Judge W. D. Chamberlain settled the argument. He allowed Brown $41 and decreed that Gates should receive back his pledge. Then his honor fined the men $15 apiece and an equal share of court costs for disturbing the peace. 13, INSISTED ON FIGHTING English Truant Officer Traces Miss­ ing Youth to Gallipoli--Many Boys Serving. Massachusetts Legislature Considers Measures Encouraging "Back-to- the-Land" Movement. tTO BE CONTINUED.> In support of the measures It is re­ marked that success has attained simi­ lar efforts in some European coun- tres, In Australian states and soma South American countries. Two unusual measures have been under consideration by the legislature of Massachusetts. One provides for an appropriation for h°meBteads or small houses with plots of ground for mechanics, laborers and other persons in the suburbs of cities and towns. The other bill authorizes any city to ac­ quire land for the purpose of teaching agriculture to Its inhabitants, includ­ ing schoolchildren, adults and family groups. The bills are really complementary. Their purpose is to encourage the "back-to-the-land" movement and to re­ lieve congested districts. They are sponsored by the Massachusetts home­ stead commission, which believes that there is a strong disposition among persons In congested city districts to escape from these to pleasanter and more healthful surroundings. The commission, in fact, made a canvass of 500 typical tenement families. It dis­ covered that no fewer than 168 fami­ lies, with 896 children, were anxious to move to suburban surroundings where they could have a garden and till the soil. The chicf difficulties in their way, of course, are lack of capi­ tal and lack of knowledge of garden­ ing or farming. These, lacks the two bills in lb* legislature would seek to supply"•' -"*• ••••-. Hippocras--the Liquor. _That Pepys should have drunk hip­ pocras at the Guildnall in 1663 with­ out knowing that it was an Intoxicant is somewhat remarkable. For this aromatic cordial, which originally was supposed to be mingled according to the recipe of Hippocrates, was import­ ed here in Saxon times, and remained a popular liquor for centuries. It fcors a close affinity to piment, which !u the year 817 was forbidden to the clergy, except on special occasions, by the council of Alx-la-Chapelle. In Elizabeth's time hippocras was usual­ ly served at the beginning of a ban­ quet, being "of so comforting a nature that the stomach would be at once put into good temper." Apparently it had an opposite effect on Pepys.--Lon­ don Chronicle. London.--The number of boys under the military age who have managed to join the king's forces must be legion. L. G. Bowman, the head master of the Jews' free school, probably the larg­ est school in the world, states that about a thousand old boys of the school were already serving in the British army before the nhlitary serv­ ice act became a law, and mentions the^case of a boy who managed to slip Into the service despite the fact that he jiad not turned fourteen. This private was only thirteen years and nine" months old when he enlisted 1& the London Welsh regiment. He was promptly claimed by his father and discharged, but within 24 hours he had again enlisted, this time in the Essex regiment, and his friends lost sight of him. He was one of those of his regiment who volunteered for the front. He was sent to Gallipoli, was wounded in an attack on Achi Baba, and after a period in a hospital in Egypt returned to the front at Gallipoli. There he was discovered and sent home. The manner of his discovery Is prob­ ably unique. The boy's absence from® school having been remarked, Rosen- bloom's father was summoned by the school attendance officer. Inquiries led to the tracing of the lad, and the war office, finding that he had mis- stated his age on enlistment, had no hesitation in dismissing him from the army. ItUEMenti^lyan Agricultural > wwmry. Western Canada Is the Mecca if the land-hungry man who wishes to earn a good living from the soil and save up money to take care of him in his old, age without paying a fancy price for the privilege. Western Canada is the great wheat producing: section of the North Amer­ ican continent, with an average pro­ duction of more than 30 bushels to the acre as compared with an average of 17 bushels to the acre in the States. Wheat raising can hardly be made profitable on land that costs from $50 an acre up unless such land will pro­ duce a much higher than a 17 bushel average, or unless the price of the cereal reaches an excessive figure. The initial -investment of $50 an acre is more than the average man can af­ ford to make If he expects to raise wheat and to make a success of It A good homestead of 100 acres can still be secured free In Western Can­ ada and additional land admirably suited to the raising of wheat can he secured at so low a cost per acre that It can be made extremely profitable. No other part of the world offers such tremendous opportunities at the present time to the ambitious young farmer as the three great provinces, fit Western Canada. It is worth the while of the land-" hungry man to cease his depressing search for local cheap land or for land that is not entirely worked out by long cropping and to look outside his own district. Western Canada ts a country that should receive the con­ sideration of all such men. The West­ ern Provinces of Manitoba, Saskatche­ wan and Alberta are essentially agri­ cultural territory. Out of 478 million acres ,there are 180 million acres of first-class agricul­ tural land actually available for de­ velopment--a block three and a half times as large as the total land area of Minnesota, and equal to the combined land areas of Minnesota, Iowa, Wiscon­ sin. Illinois and Indiana. But whereas the population of the five states mentioned is fifteen million people, the population of Western Canada is only about one and three- quarter millions. It ,has been said that the average yield per acre of wheat in the United States last year was IT bushels. This average does not of course, represent the efficiency which may have been reached by individual farmers or by Individual states. However, place against this figure the fact that the 1915 Western Canadian average--the average from nearly twelve million acres--was over 30 bushels. In the case of the Province of Alberta, the average reached 32.84 bushels per acre. There are already a large number of American farmers in Western Canada, so that the newcomer could never-- overlooking the fact that the same language is spoken--feel himself in an alien country. There seems, in fact, a tendency to establish little colonies composed of. those coming from the same sections. The characteristics of the country, and the climate and season, are very much the same as In Minnesota or North . Dakota. Social conditions bear a family resemblance. Education is free, and Is good; Its cost being defrayed partly by taxation, partly by grants from the Canadian Government, from the sales of school lands, of which, when the country was first surveyed, two sections in every township were allocated. Taxation lu every rural district, in many towns and cities, is based practically on land values alone, improvements of all kinds being exempted.--Advertisement. BULL ATTACKS A NEW AUTO Good Japanese Custom.. 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